If I was a Tranny,
my fanny would be fine,
and I would never worry,
if I could sing or rhyme.

If my hairy buttocks,
was smoother than my cock,
to find a one night stand,
I'd only have to walk -

and sway it like a trollop,
as I'd sashay down the street,
in sexy thigh high boots,
from my fanny to my feet.

I'd have pretty nipples,
pierced with studs of gold,
in a see through halter,
that never would get old.

I'd be shaved and waxed,
on every inch of skin,
with a body made for love,
that would make a preacher sin -

with a tattoo of a butterfly,
a hummingbird, a bee,
in all of the right places,
for a chosen few to see -

as well as a blue arrow,
a diamond and a rose,
under the latest fashions,
and 'Cum & Fuck Me Clothes'.

My bosom would be perfect,
full and pert and firm,
and I'd have a face,
to make my lovers squirm -

be they man or woman,
with the deepest of desires.
If I was a Tranny,
I'd light a lot of fires -

with a T Girl fanny,
smooth to touch and kiss.
O, if I was a Tranny,
I'd look a lot like this!