I’m glued

(with apologies to Eiffel 65)

Yo listen up
Here’s the story
About a little guy
That lives in a glue world
And all day and all night
Everything he sees is
Just glued
To him inside, and outside
Glued in a dress
Glued to some high heels too
And glued to a corset
And everything is glued
Including his breasts
And he sings to himself
Cause he aint got nobody to listen ..

(chorus)

“I’m glued ...

Da Ba de da ba die
Da ba de da ba die
Da ba de da ba die

Da ba de da ba die
Da ba de da ba die
Da ba de da ba die
Da ba de da ba die

I’m glued ...

Da ba de da ba die
Da be de da ba die
Da be de da ba die

Da be de da ba die
Da be de da ba die
Da be de da ba die
Da be de da ba die

(verse)

Glued to a blue dress
And glued heels oh no!

Glue is the reason for of all that I wear
Glued are my breasts and my vag too

I had a girlfriend
She’s the reason I’m glued.

Glued is the makeup the change so profound
Glued is the corset so I can barely sigh
Dont know what to say or even what to think
I think I like this, what’s that say about me?

(repeat chorus)

(repeat verse)

(repeat chorus)

End?