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