Oh Granny Toy, she’s ripe, your type is sprawling,
She’ll bend her end, you frown and mount your bride,
You’ll stammer, fawn, a thrall, her power applying,
Tis’ cue, for you, bestow a guy who’s tied,

Succumb to whack, some thunder in the bed show,
Begin finale, flushed, she’ll bite so slow,
Til’ you feel fear, undone, swine in his plaid hose,
Oh Granny toy, oh Granny toy, she’s rough, you know,

And if you’re numb from all the hours you’re trying,
Just sigh, she’ll spread, and shed her cells in glee,
You’re glum; she’ll bind your face with nylons tying,
You’ll heel, display, a bouquet, young and free,

She’ll buy you beer and toss some bread and stuff free
And all your screams transform this treat, you’ll see
And you’ll not bail when jelly’s used in cuff spree
A wimp in deep, she’ll grease and spill some crumbs for free