The menu of what might happen
The menu of what might happen
In private i'll dance on your pole
Body warmth is cure for cold
I'm housework and you'll do me
Prepare me for college, daddy
You're brand new, let's rip your seal
Do i catch your eye?
Let's hang, fuck and whatnot
You had to look for wood, didn't you?
If it's buff stick it in
The toes are the tip
Give me a better quote
Wilderness is fucking in tents