Machines don't need a breather
Machines don't need a breather
The toes are the tip
You had to look for wood, didn't you?
Do i catch your eye?
Wilderness is fucking in tents
Let's hang, fuck and whatnot
Give me a better quote
In private i'll dance on your pole
You're brand new, let's rip your seal
Body warmth is cure for cold
I'm housework and you'll do me
If it's buff stick it in
Prepare me for college, daddy