There must be something else than work
There must be something else than work
You said to do whatever i want
A dick would make the picture better
You intend to reach my stomach?
Here cums santa!
Why so damn perfect?
Santa brought the right flavours
Serve her a cup of tea after
She brought the good stuff
I'll stop talking and i'll start doing
Her holes are playground for men
Is it according to your taste, miss?
Tear it and make me tear up