You don't decide what you endure
You don't decide what you endure
Under the mask there is a slut
If internet is out...
Don't burst yet!
You have to fill your father's boots
We're hungry, papi!
You don't need babysitting anymore
The pressure must be somewhere else
Pick your pleasure
This is my cake's candle, son
Can we try these positions?
She's slim but chances are big
There you go, that's the itch