On the street late at night,
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Short skirt, skin tight
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"What you want?", she said
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"Ten quid"...money spent,
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Trousers down in the dark,
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Caught a feel of something hard.
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"What's that", I didn't say, I carried on anyway...
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Every weekend is the same, over and over again,
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On the streets and in the allies
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Will I never ever learn? although I'm always getting burned,
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Why do I end up with a tranny?
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After that, I'm high, having such a good time,
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I think I've scored til I find,
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A little bulge between the thighs.
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Two balls, fake boobs, I've made a wrong move
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She says "Goodbye", and I've done another guy...
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Every weekend is the same, over and over again,
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On the streets and in the allies
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Will I never ever learn? although I'm always getting burned,
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Why do I end up with a tranny?
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Transmission Transmission,
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oi oi oi,
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Transmission Transmission,
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oi oi oi,
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Transmission Transmission,
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oi oi oi,
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Transmission Transmission,
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oi oi oi
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It's over now, he's gone.
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But is it really that wrong?
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I guess it's hard to admit,
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That I'm quite into dick.
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Does it mean that I'm gay?
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I don't care either way.
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Real girls are hard to find, if he can do it, so can I.
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Every weekend is the same, over and over again,
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On the streets and in the allies
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Will I never ever learn? although I'm always getting burned,
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Why do I end up with a tranny?
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[repeat to end]
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Transmission
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| Violent Delight |
