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