High fidelity – track 1: blame my ex
High fidelity – track 1: blame my ex
You had my food, now you have me
Your holes want it
Let the pussy feel neglected
You can't and will not escape
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Let me guess, you want them
Hit that fucking high pitch note
So you never had real pussy before?
Special treatment for special privileges
Will you still call me after?
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Husband couldn't fill that hole
I want performance, not excuses