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| − | Harry the Cross Dresser.
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| − | Rubber lover, Harrietta<BR>
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| − | Is not a brother, or a fella<BR>
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| − | He has false tits, and kitten heels<BR>
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| − | Not a chest and ankles made of steel<BR> <BR>
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| − | His spiky rubber bag is old<BR>
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| − | Cleverly patched with a Marigold<BR>
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| − | It’s been so long since he wore cotton<BR>
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| − | And only zips, never a button <BR> <BR>
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| − | Harry’s a rubber Tube commuter<BR>
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| − | Six foot tall in his Trannymuters<BR>
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| − | Lots of people stop and stare<BR>
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| − | Even more when he had pink hair <BR> <BR>
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| − | Being a punk was such hard work<BR>
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| − | Every day another jerk!<BR>
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| − | Better to dye it back to brown<BR>
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| − | Play his fetish lifestyle down <BR> <BR>
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| − | A little less attention is better<BR>
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| − | When all he wants is bread n butter<BR>
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| − | Down to his local corner shop<BR>
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| − | In skin tight leggings and a belly top <BR> <BR>
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| − | He could blend if he wore a sweater<BR>
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| − | Or maybe brown corduroys would be better<BR>
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| − | That’s what a loving woman would ask<BR>
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| − | It had happened in Harry’s past <BR> <BR>
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| − | He’d had a wife, who he loved dearly<BR>
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| − | But she couldn’t understand him clearly<BR>
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| − | Take off that dress and put on some trousers!<BR>
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| − | What about mother? Think of the neighbors! <BR> <BR>
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| − | It went on like that for years<BR>
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| − | Lots of heart ache, floods of tears<BR>
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| − | Even though she was his lover<BR>
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| − | He felt like they didn’t know each other <BR> <BR>
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| − | Then on a bight and sunny morning<BR>
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| − | Came the last, the ultimate warning<BR>
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| − | ‘Harry, I want you as a man!’<BR>
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| − | ‘You’re turning me into a lesbian!’ <BR> <BR>
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| − | He was forced to wisely choose<BR>
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| − | The rubber-wear would surly loose<BR>
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| − | He had made his vowels for life<BR>
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| − | How could he just leave his (darling) wife? <BR> <BR>
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| − | The only decent thing to do <BR>
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| − | Was to be loyal…to be true <BR>
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| − | But then depression set right in<BR>
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| − | When all his beloved rubber was thrown in the bin <BR> <BR>
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| − | Time stood still for a couple of year<BR>
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| − | Lots more heart ache, rivers of tears<BR>
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| − | For he missed rubber in his (now) sad life<BR>
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| − | More than he would miss his nagging (dear) wife <BR> <BR>
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| − | This could not go on forever<BR>
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| − | He needed a friend not a jealous lover<BR>
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| − | Maybe she didn’t like his feminine side<BR>
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| − | But Harry loved dear Harrietta with pride <BR> <BR>
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| − | So one sad day they said goodbye<BR>
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| − | With no questioning or reasoning why<BR>
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| − | It was how it was meant to be<BR>
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| − | She was free…and so was SHE! <BR> <BR>
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| − | Alone again, but not as much<BR>
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| − | Much more honest, much more in trust<BR>
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| − | For Harry loves all things feminine<BR>
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| − | Now the woman he holds dearest lives within…him.
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