Now where did I put Clive Davis' phone number?

I'm attempting to organize my home office. It's NOT going well...at all. However, I came across the lyrics to one of my made up mommy songs. I wrote this one when my son was about 7 or 8 mos. old and starting to eat that crappy rice cereal mixed with formula. Y'know, the kind that looks like something you could use to fix holes in your dry wall. I'd sing it to him as I shoveled it into his sweet but mostly toothless gaping maw. It'd come flying back out and I'd scrape it off his chin. Yum. My technique was to stick a pacifier in his mouth as a stopper. Of course, 'twas so lovely when that slop came shooting out of the tiny holes in the side. Slurpin' good times!

As usual, this may amuse no one but me...but that's pretty much been my standard for everything :) Here goes (er...there's a melody of course, but I have no idea how to write it, you can make up your own :)

Sticking to the roof of my mouth
Sticking to the roof of my mouth
Could you get me a drink?
I'm starting to think
It's sticking to the roof of my mouth

Sticking to the roof of my mouth
Sticking to the roof of my mouth
Better wipe me off quick
I see it's making you sick
It's sticking to the roof of my mouth

Sticking to the roof of my mouth
Sticking to the roof of my mouth
Get out of the way
I'm getting ready to spray
'Cuz it's sticking to the roof of my mouth


M'yeah...probably a good idea I went back to work when I did.

Robin