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