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