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