Lyrics

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 glowing 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 I've been cheated tonight Transvestite I've been cheated tonight Transvestite I've been cheated tonight Transvestite Is this some kind of joke, you're really a bloke? Is this some kind of joke, you're really a bloke? Is this some kind of joke, you're really a bloke? Is this some kind of joke, you're really a bloke?
Writer(s): Peter Bywaters Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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