TRANSVESTITE Over the hills we go my dear, To my house which is near. It's a little house with red curtained windows, And a fireplace with red gloving cinders. There I'm gonna screw the arse off you. I open the door we step inside, You sit down while I switch on the light. I pour you a drink while you slip-off your shoes, In my mind I know what to do I am gonna screw the arse off you. I kiss your lips slowly while I undo your dress, My hand reaches down to gently caress. But there's something there that I didn't expect, It's hot and fleshy and it's getting erect. I've been cheated tonight, transvestite Is this some kind of joke, You're really a bloke.
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