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