Die 8. Sünde
Die 8. Sünde
Tear it and make me tear up
You said to do whatever i want
A dick would make the picture better
I'll stop talking and i'll start doing
Santa brought the right flavours
She brought the good stuff
Her holes are playground for men
Serve her a cup of tea after
Is it according to your taste, miss?
You intend to reach my stomach?
Here cums santa!
Why so damn perfect?