You and me, my glass friend
You and me, my glass friend
Migraine is gone and this is what's left
We stay naked inside only
Getting canned means free to fuck then?
Mom is not putting out?
Let us try the reverb with moaning
Trouble in high heels
Try it to see if it fits you
Demolish me
You feel it now, you little slut?
You may enter the back door
One extra but not to spare