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