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