I have my methods, daddy
I have my methods, daddy
Look at that, how nice it slides
You are an amazing specimen, miss
I need a taste to be convinced
Soft all over
You came in red, you'll leave all red
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
A match made in throat fuck heaven
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
Have you met perfection?