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