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.