Play with us as toys We are your Slaves of Joy

Play with us...

We like to play...

We play with our selves (sometimes) we even play with our selves while playing music...

We are the Robots but not thoose other robots...

We are the toy robots...

We play with joy, not very good, but with loads of joy...

We are your toys, come play with us...

And play while thinking of us...

We are your Robots, put a battery in us and we will play...

We are your slaves, your Robots, we play for you...

Put a Dollar in our slots and we´ll play all day, we are SlutMachines...

We are kitch and made out of plastic...

We are Rotting Fruits and we stink...

We would like to play with you...

Come out of your tinly clossets and play with us out in the big yard...

We can move and make sounds, we are merly plastic machines...

Playing with our selves for a cent or two, or just because of joy and pleasure...

Come and play with TRANSVESTITEstallion we are here for your joy and pleasure...

We Suck really good at what we do...

Put a coin in us and we´ll play...

Just a secret: we do it anyway...

We enjoy our selves, make you enjoy us and ourselves, cross pollination...

We sound therefore we might be?

We enjoy and therefor we are...

Come play with us my dears...

Pull out your ears and join the snake pit of hillarious sounds...

We are what we are...

Perhaps not stars but Venus and Mars...

Play with us and we will play with you...

we are what we are and we play like we do...

but we do it for you and you and you (and ourselves)

We´ll impregnent your minds with new baby sounds...

We seed you up so you can reap the sweet juicy fruits...

Let us play with you, we do it in our minds allready...

So lets give in to sweet lovely sin...

Sin is no Sin, you can only win...

So come play with us and we´ll dress up nude and play with our selves for the joy of you...

The Joy you get all comes back to us...

Come on and play with Jupiter, Mars and the stars...

We are your Robotic slaves, we enjoy ourselves and make you peak...

Lets Play together, the game can take any form...

Just play and go along, invent, vent, improvise...

There is a Grinning warm sun up in the sky...

It is a punk and he is far to drunk...

so come play, we are here to stay...


/ Loads of Love From TRANSVESTITEstallion

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