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