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