Keep The Boots On, Tabatha Lust
Keep The Boots On, Tabatha Lust
Let me guess, you want them
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Let the pussy feel neglected
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Will you still call me after?
I want performance, not excuses
You can't and will not escape
Husband couldn't fill that hole