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"Lynnee, you're the only one I really love- you have a soft heart inside a hard dick."

Ru Paul Ru
I got the hots for you
Justin Bond
Waited so long
Mistress Formika
Gee, I really like ya
Joan Jet Black
On you I do be macking

I'm a tranny chaser
Manly made up faces
With your corsets laced up
Set my heart to racing
Skirt as big as a postage stamp
Package tantalizing just
Below the hem
Tell me how do you spell camp
D-R-A-G-Q-U-E-E-N

Hey Miss Guy
Spinning platters
With your hair all high
G-Spot Greg
Spandex wrapped
All around your legs
Chloe Transister
No straight boy can resist ya
Birdie Bob
I wanna slime your knob

I'm a tranny chaser
Gimme chicks with dicks
I bring'em beer and daisies
And lollipops to lick

He's so fierce my girl Ru Paul
He's the girl that got it all
He ain't shady he's a star
The higher the hair the bigger the heart
The higher the hair the closer to God

I took one look and I shot my wad
I wish I was his boyfriend
His tuck I would be hoisting
Right into my mouth
Then I'd make him feel good
Lynnee in the house of love

Justin Bond
Lounge-singing sex bomb
Languid blonde
Him and my mom
Form the Jackie-O fan club
Iron fist in a velvet glove
Tenderized voice made of lost loves

Ru Paul Ru
I'm obsessed with you
Go to the disco every day
Tell the DJ what to play
Work him until his nerves are frayed
Till he plays that song about shade
Supermodel of the world

"Flash your ass (?), make love to the camera!"

Flawless as a real girl

"Lynnee, you're giving me so much realness you don't even have to wear that skirt."
"Are you trying to flatter me?"
"Yeah."
"Real what?"
"A real girl."
"Oh please, you're going to be ancient history. This is real, darling- a real tranny."
"Thanks for my night."
"Okay..."

I'm a tranny chaser
It's always a dead end
They treat me like I'm a dirty old man
Get my girl to strap it on
Come on baby let's pretend
You're a D-R-A-G-Q-U-E-E-N

Silly faggot, dicks are for dykes!
"Lynnee, you're the only one I really love- you have a soft heart inside a hard dick."      Ru Paul Ru   I got the hots for you   Justin Bond   Waited so long   Mistress Formika   Gee, I really like ya   Joan Jet Black   On you I do be macking      I'm a tranny chaser   Manly made up faces   With your corsets laced up   Set my heart to racing   Skirt as big as a postage stamp   Package tantalizing just   Below the hem   Tell me how do you spell camp   D-R-A-G-Q-U-E-E-N      Hey Miss Guy   Spinning platters   With your hair all high   G-Spot Greg   Spandex wrapped   All around your legs   Chloe Transister   No straight boy can resist ya   Birdie Bob   I wanna slime your knob      I'm a tranny chaser   Gimme chicks with dicks   I bring'em beer and daisies   And lollipops to lick      He's so fierce my girl Ru Paul   He's the girl that got it all   He ain't shady he's a star   The higher the hair the bigger the heart   The higher the hair the closer to God      I took one look and I shot my wad   I wish I was his boyfriend   His tuck I would be hoisting    Right into my mouth   Then I'd make him feel good   Lynnee in the house of love      Justin Bond   Lounge-singing sex bomb   Languid blonde   Him and my mom   Form the Jackie-O fan club   Iron fist in a velvet glove   Tenderized voice made of lost loves      Ru Paul Ru   I'm obsessed with you   Go to the disco every day   Tell the DJ what to play   Work him until his nerves are frayed   Till he plays that song about shade   Supermodel of the world      "Flash your ass (?), make love to the camera!"      Flawless as a real girl      "Lynnee, you're giving me so much realness you don't even have to wear that skirt."   "Are you trying to flatter me?"   "Yeah."   "Real what?"   "A real girl."   "Oh please, you're going to be ancient history. This is real, darling- a real tranny."   "Thanks for my night."   "Okay..."      I'm a tranny chaser   It's always a dead end   They treat me like I'm a dirty old man   Get my girl to strap it on   Come on baby let's pretend   You're a D-R-A-G-Q-U-E-E-N      Silly faggot, dicks are for dykes!