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