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