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