| Lyrics: | I like older women, how bout you.
Nineteens are good to look at,
but they're to
young for my lovin.
Twenties are fun, but they're not done,
You need to stick them back in
the oven.
thirty three they're divorced and freed,
now they hate all men.
But at
forty two, they love to screw
and wanna get married again.
I like older women, how
bout you.
They at fifty nine, they are lookin fine,
but they're still not a
winner.
But man i live at sixty five.
you get a discount,
when u take them to
dinner
at seventy eight hey,
They're lookin great.
Been in over with their gravy
ladle.
But if you talkin chicks,
at eighty six you know
you're still rubbin the
cradle
yeah.
I like older women, the older they are, the better.
Gotta take out
their teeth to give you a kiss.
Or knit you a brand new sweater.
Hey their house smells
just like cornbreads,
their hair is the pretty shade of glue.
I go insane when they go
with the cane,
in othatpedic shoes.
Have you ever made love in an afghan,
with all
your toes pokin through.
Its that feelin i get.
Lord i swear that make my pecker grow an
inch or two.
I like older women, how bout you. |
