Well if its going to be that kind of barbeque
Well if its going to be that kind of barbeque
You can't and will not escape
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
I want performance, not excuses
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Let the pussy feel neglected
Will you still call me after?
Let me guess, you want them