Once had a date with granny
Expecting she had something to offer
From her generous cashful coffer
So broke was I, and needed some money
So didn't mind her stale honey
Close to her on the BMW's backseat
I felt the warmth of her treasures
Fondling her never to quit
I forgot to take neccesary measures
So I followed her deep into the pit
Down her old and sickly ventures
With my own youthful feet
I danced to the tune of a death beat.
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