We each have one, girl
We each have one, girl
Can we try these positions?
If internet is out...
Pick your pleasure
She's slim but chances are big
You don't need babysitting anymore
You have to fill your father's boots
Don't burst yet!
The pressure must be somewhere else
We're hungry, papi!
Under the mask there is a slut
There you go, that's the itch
This is my cake's candle, son