High Fidelity Track 1: Blame My Ex
High Fidelity Track 1: Blame My Ex
In private i'll dance on your pole
You had to look for wood, didn't you?
Do i catch your eye?
If it's buff stick it in
Rounded to perfection
The toes are the tip
You're brand new, let's rip your seal
Body warmth is cure for cold
Wilderness is fucking in tents
Give me a better quote
Prepare me for college, daddy
Fill me, nurses are made for creampies
I'm housework and you'll do me
Let's hang, fuck and whatnot