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