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