STICK TO YOU
By: AJ Bigler
I met you at the end of aisle 24 with a big jar of honey spilled all over the floor
You looked like the classic damsel in distress standing in the middle of that stick mess
I asked if there was anything I could do but honey, sta sta sta stick to you
A look of relief came to your big brown eyes, you said my hands a sticky can’t even touch my thighs.
I said I’ll get rag over at the sink and as I wet it down I began to think
This could be the start of something new oh honey sta sta sta stick to you
Oh honey I just wanted to stick to you like the honey that’s stuck upon my shoe Only one thing I ever wanted to do and that’s honey, sta sta sta stick to you
So we got a bucket and we got a mop, we proceeded to clean up the sticky glop
You said I oughta you some lunch I guess I said you owe me nothing but I must confess there’s ony one thing a really want to and that’s honey, sta sta sta stick to you.
Well the years went by and you stuck to me, I guess it must have been our destiny
Who would have believed that sticky mess would lead to such great happiness Only one thing I ever wanted to do and that’s honey stick to you
Copyright Arnold Bigler 2004