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