A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
I'd look good on your dick, stepbro
You girls look tight, let's change that
Following every command
If you take it from strangers...
What kind of masseuse needs a massage?
Could i live in your head rent free?
That's how you get his attention
Enough back to move a tank
From arrangement to commitment
Check if i am pink inside
I got them and i show them, boss
It's not all drama in the office