Bury this fortune deep
Bury this fortune deep
Pick your pleasure
The pressure must be somewhere else
You don't need babysitting anymore
We're hungry, papi!
Don't burst yet!
This is my cake's candle, son
She's slim but chances are big
Can we try these positions?
If internet is out...
There you go, that's the itch
You have to fill your father's boots
Under the mask there is a slut