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