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