Harry the Cross Dresser
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Is not a brother, or a fella<BR> | Is not a brother, or a fella<BR> | ||
He has false tits, and kitten heels<BR> | He has false tits, and kitten heels<BR> | ||
| − | Not a chest and ankles made of steel<BR> <BR> | + | Not a chest and ankles made of steel<BR><BR> |
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His spiky rubber bag is old<BR> | His spiky rubber bag is old<BR> | ||
Cleverly patched with a Marigold<BR> | Cleverly patched with a Marigold<BR> | ||
It’s been so long since he wore cotton<BR> | It’s been so long since he wore cotton<BR> | ||
| − | And only zips, never a button <BR> <BR> | + | And only zips, never a button <BR><BR> |
Harry’s a rubber Tube commuter<BR> | Harry’s a rubber Tube commuter<BR> | ||
Six foot tall in his Trannymuters<BR> | Six foot tall in his Trannymuters<BR> | ||
Lots of people stop and stare<BR> | Lots of people stop and stare<BR> | ||
| − | Even more when he had pink hair <BR> <BR> | + | Even more when he had pink hair<BR><BR> |
Being a punk was such hard work<BR> | Being a punk was such hard work<BR> | ||
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Even though she was his lover<BR> | Even though she was his lover<BR> | ||
He felt like they didn’t know each other <BR> <BR> | He felt like they didn’t know each other <BR> <BR> | ||
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Then on a bight and sunny morning<BR> | Then on a bight and sunny morning<BR> | ||
Came the last, the ultimate warning<BR> | Came the last, the ultimate warning<BR> | ||
‘Harry, I want you as a man!’<BR> | ‘Harry, I want you as a man!’<BR> | ||
| − | ‘You’re turning me into a lesbian!’ <BR> <BR> | + | ‘You’re turning me into a lesbian!’ <BR><BR> |
He was forced to wisely choose<BR> | He was forced to wisely choose<BR> | ||
The rubber-wear would surly loose<BR> | The rubber-wear would surly loose<BR> | ||
He had made his vowels for life<BR> | He had made his vowels for life<BR> | ||
| − | How could he just leave his (darling) wife? <BR> <BR> | + | How could he just leave his (darling) wife? <BR><BR> |
The only decent thing to do <BR> | The only decent thing to do <BR> | ||
Was to be loyal…to be true <BR> | Was to be loyal…to be true <BR> | ||
But then depression set right in<BR> | But then depression set right in<BR> | ||
| − | When all his beloved rubber was thrown in the bin <BR> <BR> | + | 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> | Time stood still for a couple of year<BR> | ||
Lots more heart ache, rivers of tears<BR> | Lots more heart ache, rivers of tears<BR> | ||
For he missed rubber in his (now) sad life<BR> | For he missed rubber in his (now) sad life<BR> | ||
| − | More than he would miss his nagging (dear) wife <BR> <BR> | + | More than he would miss his nagging (dear) wife <BR> <BR> |
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This could not go on forever<BR> | This could not go on forever<BR> | ||
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Maybe she didn’t like his feminine side<BR> | Maybe she didn’t like his feminine side<BR> | ||
But Harry loved dear Harrietta with pride <BR> <BR> | But Harry loved dear Harrietta with pride <BR> <BR> | ||
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So one sad day they said goodbye<BR> | So one sad day they said goodbye<BR> | ||
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Much more honest, much more in trust<BR> | Much more honest, much more in trust<BR> | ||
For Harry loves all things feminine<BR> | For Harry loves all things feminine<BR> | ||
| − | Now the woman he holds dearest lives within…him. | + | Now the woman he holds dearest lives within…him.<BR><BR> |
Revision as of 15:22, 21 March 2005
Harry the Cross Dresser.
Rubber lover, Harrietta
Is not a brother, or a fella
He has false tits, and kitten heels
Not a chest and ankles made of steel
His spiky rubber bag is old
Cleverly patched with a Marigold
It’s been so long since he wore cotton
And only zips, never a button
Harry’s a rubber Tube commuter
Six foot tall in his Trannymuters
Lots of people stop and stare
Even more when he had pink hair
Being a punk was such hard work
Every day another jerk!
Better to dye it back to brown
Play his fetish lifestyle down
A little less attention is better
When all he wants is bread n butter
Down to his local corner shop
In skin tight leggings and a belly top
He could blend if he wore a sweater
Or maybe brown corduroys would be better
That’s what a loving woman would ask
It had happened in Harry’s past
He’d had a wife, who he loved dearly
But she couldn’t understand him clearly
Take off that dress and put on some trousers!
What about mother? Think of the neighbors!
It went on like that for years
Lots of heart ache, floods of tears
Even though she was his lover
He felt like they didn’t know each other
Then on a bight and sunny morning
Came the last, the ultimate warning
‘Harry, I want you as a man!’
‘You’re turning me into a lesbian!’
He was forced to wisely choose
The rubber-wear would surly loose
He had made his vowels for life
How could he just leave his (darling) wife?
The only decent thing to do
Was to be loyal…to be true
But then depression set right in
When all his beloved rubber was thrown in the bin
Time stood still for a couple of year
Lots more heart ache, rivers of tears
For he missed rubber in his (now) sad life
More than he would miss his nagging (dear) wife
This could not go on forever
He needed a friend not a jealous lover
Maybe she didn’t like his feminine side
But Harry loved dear Harrietta with pride
So one sad day they said goodbye
With no questioning or reasoning why
It was how it was meant to be
She was free…and so was SHE!
Alone again, but not as much
Much more honest, much more in trust
For Harry loves all things feminine
Now the woman he holds dearest lives within…him.
By Feral
