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