Dont Be A Stranger, Sadie Summers
Dont Be A Stranger, Sadie Summers
I want performance, not excuses
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
You can't and will not escape
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Let me guess, you want them
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Will you still call me after?
Let the pussy feel neglected
I texted your mom to let you stay longer