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