I search my mind for reasons why
We should be together now baby you and I
I guess I just don’t need a whole lot a glue
To be Stuck on You
I don’t know what I feel
But I hope it’s real
I hope it’s real
I don’t know if it’s true
Boop-Boopy-Do
But it will have to do
But it will have to do
Cause I’m stuck on you
Like a pope to Rome
Like honey to the comb
Like a boy to home
Like a dog to its bone
I’m stuck on you
People see us together
They think there goes stormy weather
They assume
You and I don’t belong in the same room
I search my mind for reasons why
We should be together now darling you and I
I guess I just don’t need a whole lot a glue
To be stuck on you
I don’t know what I feel
But I hope it’s real
I hope it’s real
I don’t know if it’s true
Boop-Boopy-Do
But it will have to do
But it will have to do
Cause I’m stuck on you
Like a pope to Rome
Like honey to the comb
Like a boy to home
Like a dog to its bone
Like spam to the can
Peanut butter to jam
Like a boat to the dock
Like a tick to a tock
Like a ping to a pong
I’m stuck on you