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