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