털이 무성한 보지를 발로 자위하는 할머니. 팬티를 입고 새 집으로 가다.

It was getting harder as the ceiling flew away

When we called out for an hour, the waiter brought a tray

And so it was that later, as the man had told his tale

That her face at first was ghostly, turned a whiter shade of pale

She said there is no reason, and the truth is plain to see