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