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