Die 8. Sünde
Die 8. Sünde
Not staring, just noticing
I'll try my hardest, boss
Your throat can handle it
Spread me like a slice of toast
We'll teach you hand by hand
Get in here and mess with it
You have to start somewhere
Just looking out for dad
Get all up in my face
You had plans to fly away?
Step up your game, boy
Movies and naked chill