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When a guy in a dress came thumping through into the loo,
I watched him in the mirror, wondering what to do.
Do I pull up my knickers or drop them on the floor?
Do I leave the stall wide open or close the fuckin' door?
Do I stand to take a piss, or sit and make a mess,
Or do I wipe my arse here from the front or rear–
I'm stressing out so much I hate to make a guess.
My God! This padded bra is killing me, I fear,
I'm soaked in sweat and dripping like some wet nurse's teats.
My make-up's two-days old, I'm out of rouge and blush,
I've got a date at eight tonight, I've promised him great feats
Of my prowess. These E-fags don't help at all, no rush.
I've screwed myself into this trope, I'm out of here.
I'm dressing down tonight, from straight to slightly queer.
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