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