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