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