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