I have my methods, daddy
I have my methods, daddy
Look at that, how nice it slides
You are an amazing specimen, miss
A match made in throat fuck heaven
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Don't you just love mornings?
No fear of the monster
Claim your big prize
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
You came in red, you'll leave all red
I need a taste to be convinced
Have you met perfection?
Soft all over
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality