I STEAL FROM GRANNIES

I steal from grannies

I steal from grannies

I steal from grannies

I steal from grannies

They're easy targets

They're slow when you run away

They got old phones that got no GPS

If you steal their glasses they can't identify you in a line up

And that's the truth

And the truth hurts

And so do the grannies after I steal from the grannies

I take their handbags before they hit me with them

I find their wallets and lip balm

I steal their recipes and their husbands viagra bomb

I steal from grannies

I steal from grannies

I steal from grannies

I steal from grannies

I steal from grannies

I look 'em in the eyes

I tell 'em give me all your stuff

And I give them my address to send me a cute knitted sweater before Christmas

I want their cookies

I want their biscuits

I want their sweet lemon loaf in my tummy tum

I want them to call me their sweetie hun

And I think I'm just sad because my granny lives in Australia

I steal from grannies

I steal from grannies

I steal from grannies