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