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