High fidelity – track 1: blame my ex
High fidelity – track 1: blame my ex
You can't and will not escape
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Hit that fucking high pitch note
You had my food, now you have me
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Let the pussy feel neglected
I want performance, not excuses
Let me guess, you want them
So you never had real pussy before?
Special treatment for special privileges
Your holes want it
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Will you still call me after?