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