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