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