She got me with her look She got me with her stare Bright blue eyes and her long blond hair From the start it was easy to see This was the girl for me Who cares if she was 83? She could make me silent, she could make me shout And she drove me wild with those dentures out When we ate people said we were rude Because I had pre-chew her food Her skin was saggy, so was the rest. I put my hand up her skirt and I felt her breast. We made love, and the more I thrust The more the room was covered in dust Room was covered in dust Then one day I felt a chill As I woke up from my bed She was lying real still My little lady was already dead The wake happened on a Saturday night I just sat there and bowed my head. A little girl was on my right Crying because her Grandma was dead And that little girl she got me with her looks Got me with her tears Feminine beauty beyond her years. From the start it was easy to see That was the girl for me Who cares if she was only three?