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