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