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