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