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