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