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