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