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