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Disaster In Drag (James Leland Ludeau III-Lafayette,LA)

Whew! i avoided a disaster in drag makeup to cover the flaws claws out and about quick to strut delivering butt a slut what? now you tuck it? fuck it do what you will dress to kill put on your heels no deals no wheels turning in my head just thankful you're not in my bed "a man in a dress" is what i think sink further into that nightlife you find so appealing kneeling at the altar of facade blow a wad and go time for your drag show know in your heart that you shine your shrine wigs and eyelashes and fingernails to hide who you are the scars covered by Maybeline tuck the peen and hide your masculinity the trinity couldn't save you now how far you've fallen so fast give it gas flying faster into that night the fight is over red rover let the drag boy take over

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