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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