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