Let your daddy take you home
Let your master make you come
You can scream and you can moan
I won't stop for no one

Don't call me a lover
Don't call me a queer
Don't call me your boyfriend
Don't whisper in my ear

Don't call me fat git
Don't call me gay
Don't call me a baby
I don't like to play that way

Call me trade, call me trade
Call me
Call me trade, call me trade
Call me rough trade

Don't call me Mary
Don't call me a queen
Don't call me your girlfriend
'Cause this man don't do that she

Don't call me pretty
I won't be your boy
Just keep it pretty
And I'll let you be my toy

Call me trade, call me trade
Call me
Call me trade, call me trade
Call me rough trade

Let your daddy take you home
Let your master make you come
You can scream and you can moan
I won't stop for no one

Let me get inside your head
Let me take you on a trip
But watch you lose your sense of time
Because I've got to lose my grip

I call you piggy
I call you slave
Don't call me tomorrow
If you can't take today

Don't call me buddy
Don't call me your friend
Don't call me your brother
You won't see me again

Call me trade, call me trade
Call me
Call me trade, call me trade
Call me rough trade


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