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