You'Re Not Wrong For It, Daddy
You'Re Not Wrong For It, Daddy
You had to look for wood, didn't you?
Body warmth is cure for cold
You're brand new, let's rip your seal
In private i'll dance on your pole
Prepare me for college, daddy
I'm housework and you'll do me
The toes are the tip
Do i catch your eye?
Let's hang, fuck and whatnot
Wilderness is fucking in tents
Give me a better quote
If it's buff stick it in