This dislocation I feel
Is so very real
The soup of the day
Is losing appeal
But was it something I said
Or something you ate?
The service 'round here
Is so second rate

The hunger is gone
The hour is late
If heaven is here
Then heaven can wait
I'm driving you home
And you're such a tease
You're pleasure retarded
You do as you please

Travestites are made of this
I look in your eyes
There is something amiss
Travestites are made of this
I look in your eyes
You're a stranger to kiss

I look in your eyes
You're a stranger to kiss


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