High fidelity – track 1: blame my ex
High fidelity – track 1: blame my ex
You had my food, now you have me
You can't and will not escape
Will you still call me after?
Hit that fucking high pitch note
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Your holes want it
I want performance, not excuses
Special treatment for special privileges
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Husband couldn't fill that hole
So you never had real pussy before?
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Let me guess, you want them