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