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On the street, late at night
Short skirt, skin tight
What you want, she said
10 quid, money spent
Drive us down, in the dark
Caught the feel, of something hard
What's that, i couldn't say
I carried on, anyway
Every weekend its the same
Over and over again
On the steets and in the alleys
Will i never ever learn
You know im always getting burned
Why do i end up with a tranny?
After that, im high
Having such, a good time
I think ive scored, til i find
A little bulge, between the thighs
Two balls, fake boobs
I've made, a wrong move
She says, goodbye
Aand i've done, another guy
Every weekend its the same
Over and over again
On the steets and in the alleys
Will i never ever learn
You know im always getting burned
Why do i end up with a tranny?
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Oi Oi Oi
It's over now, he's gone
But is it really that wrong?
I guess its hard to admit
That i'm quite into dick
It doesn't mean that i'm gay
I don't care either way
Real girls are hard to find
If he can do it so can i
Every weekend its the same
Over and over again
On the steets and in the alleys
Will i never ever learn
You know im always getting burned
Why do i end up with a tranny?