Maybe we were plotting this
Maybe we were plotting this
Why so damn perfect?
Here cums santa!
I'll stop talking and i'll start doing
You intend to reach my stomach?
Tear it and make me tear up
Serve her a cup of tea after
Her holes are playground for men
A dick would make the picture better
Is it according to your taste, miss?
She brought the good stuff
You said to do whatever i want
Santa brought the right flavours