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