Nothing Left To Imagine
Nothing Left To Imagine
Why so damn perfect?
Santa brought the right flavours
I'll stop talking and i'll start doing
Here cums santa!
Is it according to your taste, miss?
You said to do whatever i want
She brought the good stuff
Her holes are playground for men
A dick would make the picture better
Serve her a cup of tea after
Tear it and make me tear up
You intend to reach my stomach?