That's Not For School, Gal Ritchie
That's Not For School, Gal Ritchie
You intend to reach my stomach?
She brought the good stuff
I'll stop talking and i'll start doing
Here cums santa!
A dick would make the picture better
Santa brought the right flavours
Is it according to your taste, miss?
Her holes are playground for men
Why so damn perfect?
You said to do whatever i want
Tear it and make me tear up
Serve her a cup of tea after