That's Not For School, Gal Ritchie
That's Not For School, Gal Ritchie
Why so damn perfect?
I'll stop talking and i'll start doing
She brought the good stuff
You intend to reach my stomach?
Is it according to your taste, miss?
Tear it and make me tear up
Her holes are playground for men
Here cums santa!
Serve her a cup of tea after
A dick would make the picture better
You said to do whatever i want
Santa brought the right flavours