We Started Without You
We Started Without You
Is it according to your taste, miss?
You intend to reach my stomach?
Her holes are playground for men
I'll stop talking and i'll start doing
Here cums santa!
Why so damn perfect?
Serve her a cup of tea after
You said to do whatever i want
She brought the good stuff
A dick would make the picture better
Tear it and make me tear up
Santa brought the right flavours