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