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