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