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