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Oh Granny!
Here's one from the old uni days to the tune of Tom Jones's Delilah.



I saw the white of her thighs as I pulled down her panties.
I saw the crystalline juice from last night on her pubes.
She was my Granny,
distended fanny and wasted fallopian tubes.

Chorus

Why, why, why, my Granny,
My, my, my, my Granny.
Eighty-four,
an octogenarian whore,
forgive me my Granny I just couldn't take any more.

Chomping away on my tool night and day I was happy.
With my meat in her gums she was content.
Then she got lockjaw,
I felt my hands round her throat and she sucked no more.

Chorus
(Fri 28th Jan 2005, 9:44, More)