paroles de chanson Grandma's In the Cellar - Lisa Loeb

Grandma's in the cellar
Lordy, can't you smell her
Cooking biscuits on that darned old dirty stove?

In her eye there's some matter
That keeps dripping into the batter
And she whistles as that runs down her nose
Down her nose, down her nose
And she whistles as that runs down her nose