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