Tribe 8 - Tranny Chaser lyrics

"Lynnee, you're the only one I really love- you have a soft heart inside a hard dick." Ru Paul Ru I got the hots for you Justin Bond Waited so long Mistress Formika Gee, I really like ya Joan Jet Black On you I do be macking I'm a tranny chaser Manly made up faces With your corsets laced up Set my heart to racing Skirt as big as a postage stamp Package tantalizing just Below the hem Tell me how do you spell camp D-R-A-G-Q-U-E-E-N Hey Miss Guy Spinning platters With your hair all high G-Spot Greg Spandex wrapped All around your legs Chloe Transister No straight boy can resist ya Birdie Bob I wanna slime your knob I'm a tranny chaser Gimme chicks with dicks I bring'em beer and daisies And lollipops to lick He's so fierce my girl Ru Paul He's the girl that got it all He ain't shady he's a star The higher the hair the bigger the heart The higher the hair the closer to God I took one look and I shot my wad I wish I was his boyfriend His tuck I would be hoisting Right into my mouth Then I'd make him feel good Lynnee in the house of love Justin Bond Lounge-singing s** bomb Languid blonde Him and my mom Form the Jackie-O fan club Iron fist in a velvet glove Tenderized voice made of lost loves Ru Paul Ru I'm obsessed with you Go to the disco every day Tell the DJ what to play Work him until his nerves are frayed Till he plays that song about shade Supermodel of the world "Flash your a** (?), make love to the camera!" Flawless as a real girl "Lynnee, you're giving me so much realness you don't even have to wear that skirt." "Are you trying to flatter me?" "Yeah." "Real what?" "A real girl." "Oh please, you're going to be ancient history. This is real, darling- a real tranny." "Thanks for my night." "Okay..." I'm a tranny chaser It's always a dead end They treat me like I'm a dirty old man Get my girl to strap it on Come on baby let's pretend You're a D-R-A-G-Q-U-E-E-N Silly f*ggot, dicks are for dykes!