Young Gladys was a silky maiden
at thirteen, she was going strong, yeah.
Oh, Gladys.
Nicely filled out, fully laden,
but down below there was something wrong, yeah.
Oh, Gladys.
Nobody told her about the secrets, that ladies have to hide
Mom had no words to describe the things, that happened inside.
Need someone to help me, I feel that there's a curse on me, oh.
Went down into the local disco,
For what used to be the one-and-nines, yeah,
Oh Gladys.
Felt a searching hand to frisk her,
Along the length of her water line, yeah,
Oh Gladys.
Now Gladys knew she was in no condition, in no mood to play
I cracked a knee in a soft spot, nothing had got in her way.
I want no one to touch me, I feel there's a curse on me, oh.
Directed down to the local drugstore
Got fixed up, now she's doing fine, yeah
Oh Gladys
Equipped with various kinds of apparatus
You know the feminine hygiene kind, yeah
Oh Gladys
Must have been a man to do this thing who won her fall from grace
That day he programmed Eve, you should have seen the smile on his face.
He said "You'll need someone to help you
When you feel like cursing me'', oh. |
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