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