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