You'Re Not Wrong For It, Daddy
You'Re Not Wrong For It, Daddy
Her holes are playground for men
You said to do whatever i want
Santa brought the right flavours
I'll stop talking and i'll start doing
She brought the good stuff
Is it according to your taste, miss?
Tear it and make me tear up
Serve her a cup of tea after
Why so damn perfect?
A dick would make the picture better
Here cums santa!
You intend to reach my stomach?