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