The smell of my perfume, so soft and sweet,
My quarry won’t notice all that I’ve done.
Flesh peeking through clothes and heels on my feet,
A shrewd lioness, a hunt to be won.
The other girls, they make it look easy.
The guys buy them drinks, they put on a front.
Most of their lines, they come off as cheesy,
I dare say nothing, or I’ll ruin my hunt.
I have a big heart and compassion, too,
A soul full of love, trembling and shaking,
I long for a kiss or something more blue,
It hurts so bad, my body is quaking.
Most transgender women, please try to see,
Will die alone, but I will not concede.
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