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If the face of Love is like that of a clock, |
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At the stroke of midnight then, |
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if you catch my drift, |
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he arrived at the fabulous Cruising-ground, |
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'cause one of the guys... well... he gave him a Lift. |
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Scott, my goodness, in fishnet, is such a Heart-warming sight: |
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A Butch Queen walks for the first time in drag tonight. |
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He's like a new-born child, despite the ancient Ghosts in Tow. |
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Oh, blessed be the wonders that a wig and Eye-Shadow can do... |
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If the face of Love is like that of a Clock, |
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then it's (hopefully medium-size) little Hand...- Eh, been there: it's a |
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COCK!!! |
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Gently comes the Midnight stroke, sometimes given, sometimes bought. |
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The saddest thing of all the lot is that fleeting Ghost of Lust... |
