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Tribe 8
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Tranny Chaser
Ru Paul Ru I got the hots for you
Justin Bond I been waiting 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 chix with dix I bring'em beer and daisies And lollypops to lick
He's so fierce my girl Ru Paul Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com He's the girl who's 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
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 lovers
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
Flawless as a real girl
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!
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