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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