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.