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