That's Not For School, Gal Ritchie
That's Not For School, Gal Ritchie
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
You can't and will not escape
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Let the pussy feel neglected
Let me guess, you want them
I want performance, not excuses
Will you still call me after?
Hit that fucking high pitch note