High Fidelity Track 1: Blame My Ex
High Fidelity Track 1: Blame My Ex
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Let me guess, you want them
You can't and will not escape
Let the pussy feel neglected
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Will you still call me after?
I want performance, not excuses
Apple picking and stepbro dicking