Sunday you glued me into a red rubber dress
Dearest the stuff just won't let me undressed
Little white panties to forever arouse you
I wanted black ones you degenerate louse you
“Angel” you told me, “I've still got some more Gloo!
Would you be angry if I thought of joining you
Glue me Sunday
Gluey was Sunday in sweet dreams we spent it all
Two hearts as one in a transvestite free for all
Soon there'll be scandals and prayers for our souls
Let's just not open the door for those stupid assholes.
Dressing's a dream, and moreso when its permanent
Now all the king's horses and men cannot circumvent...
Glue me Sunday
Was it a dream or a thing that we did
A weird story contest, a student art vid?
I hope that my dream has aroused your ardor
There's still lots of GLOO! down at the dollar store;
Glue me Sunday
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[I thought it would be clever to take what's supposedly the most depressing song in the world
(it was banned in some countries for allegedly causing 100's of suicides worldwide...)
and turn it into a bad pun. Boy was I ever wrong!]