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