Die 8. Sünde
Die 8. Sünde
You said to do whatever i want
I'll stop talking and i'll start doing
Serve her a cup of tea after
A dick would make the picture better
Santa brought the right flavours
Is it according to your taste, miss?
She brought the good stuff
Why so damn perfect?
You intend to reach my stomach?
Her holes are playground for men
Here cums santa!
Tear it and make me tear up