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