Trouble is between my thighs, son
Trouble is between my thighs, son
Not much room for imagination
Let's get totally unprofessional
When beauty and slutty makes a cocktail
The only currency she has
Better not waste any cum drops
Be creative with your holes
Be useful, peeping tom
What matters is your education, son
Perverted enough to be fun
Inner thighs are a good destination
You're hot, so what's not to like?
Let's fog up the windows
If she's pretty, eat her cookie
I'd rather be your first, stepson