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