It's not your clothes that i want
It's not your clothes that i want
I'll stop talking and i'll start doing
A dick would make the picture better
You said to do whatever i want
She brought the good stuff
Is it according to your taste, miss?
Tear it and make me tear up
Her holes are playground for men
Santa brought the right flavours
Why so damn perfect?
Here cums santa!
Serve her a cup of tea after
You intend to reach my stomach?