16.10.2018, 23:05
С напалмом, сынок.
It's the time of the season
When the love runs high
In this time, give it to me easy
And let me try with pleasured hands
To take you in the sun to (promised lands)
To show you every one
It's the time of the season for loving
When the love runs high
In this time, give it to me easy
And let me try with pleasured hands
To take you in the sun to (promised lands)
To show you every one
It's the time of the season for loving
