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