Mirror, mirror, on the wall…
Mirror, mirror, on the wall…
She's slim but chances are big
You don't need babysitting anymore
This is my cake's candle, son
There you go, that's the itch
The pressure must be somewhere else
Can we try these positions?
If internet is out...
Pick your pleasure
Don't burst yet!
We're hungry, papi!
You have to fill your father's boots
Under the mask there is a slut