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