A Love Ballad

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?