Enter The Drag Act

 
Her name was Tootsie
Tootsie Blowhard
A burlesque dancer
A light in the tap shoes prancer
All feather boas
And figure-hugging basques
Lots of glitter fairy dust
Lipstick powder and paint
A wild seductress
Made the boys all hard
And fidget in their seats
Felling the Bonner
She would sit on their lap
Rise and grind a bit
Make the wives jealous
With her wandering hands

back on stage a single spotlight
she can't be seen anywhere
a magnesium flash bang goes off
There she is in a skintight leotard
Does a rendition of “Single Ladies”
Does the dance, does it well
Does the splits
Brings water to a glass eye
What a thump to go down with

A person with a birthday in the house
She strolls like a diva to his side
Munroesque she sings happy birthday
Mr Hackensack, well that was his name
She leans in and whispers to him
“Blow job for $20:00”
“Blowhard by name blowhard by nature!”
He whispers back “Oh Please, Please”
“Come after the show for your present”
“You be sure to cum.”

Backstage boudoir pink and lace
Mr Hackensack waits nervously
Tootsie is behind the screen, undressing
Mr Hackensack is playing tents
Imagining what is to come
Hoping it's him
“I’ll be there is a minute Darling”
She walks out wearing nothing
But a short Macleod tartan kilt
She turns her back, “Zip my kilt up”

“Now then!” she says as she turns around
Here is the $20:00 I owe you
She then produced a large Bonner of her own
“Well Mr Hackensack, it ain't gonna suck itself!”
The rest is history
And a secret