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