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My mother, she said don't be shy boy,(0.00 / 0 votes)
So I went and kissed a skinny gal.
But I didn't know she had a swain named Troy,
No I did not ma, now I'm low in morale.
Ah, but I was feeling the love anyhow,
I never had a girlfriend before.
So I was lonely, oh I so wanted one now,
Yes ma, this girl I could adore.
And then I found out Troy was a drag-queen,
Which made me think twice about her.
But I remembered that first kiss, a lovely scene,
She was the one I would always prefer.
My mother, she said go with your heart,
So I asked Troy if he mind I date him.
Just my luck the queer was all for a new start,
His girl he would dump on a kinky whim.
But hang on, ma, I don't wanna suck dick,
This was not what I wanted in my life.
Well, my mother just said don't be shy with that joystick,
So I agreed to take Troy as my trannie wife.
Though I still had feelings for my hussy,
She was my first kiss I'll never forget.
Oh ma, I still am lonely if only I wasn't so fussy,
Yes, Troy treats me right, I can't fret yet.
Hey ma! What can I do, how can I live?
When the choice is hell with a queer.
And no other to have that I could wistfully believe,
I denied my heart's true feelings out of fear.
Last I heard she'd gone and married a priest,
Yesterday's preacher was now a spouse.
And I was stuck with a transsexual tarty beast,
I'd given away my heart to a weirdo louse.
My dear mother, she said don't be shy boy,
So I went and got hitched to a twink,
That poofter was all feminine in his nightly decoy,
At least on the outside he was all pink.
And every time I see him undress I freeze,
I'll spare you the details ma; it is awful.
He's got a big one, that's all I'll say in my displease,
If only that first kiss was not so painful.
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