Song Parody: “Looking for Glove”

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Every winter I can typically only find one glove.  That glove is usually in the pocket of one of my coats.  The other glove?  I don’t know WHERE that sucker hides.  Let’s just call him “Glove”.  I look for Glove up high and down low and in the hole…and, well, I must be too slow because I always leave the house looking like Michael Jackson.  If I were a singer, my stage name would be Patty Gloveless (anybody getting that reference?) but instead of singing country music, I’d be all “You know I’m bad, I’m bad, shamown…”.  (Was he really saying “shamown”?  Is that a variation of the Sham Wow?).  Anyway, let’s erase Patty Gloveless and Michael Jackson from our memories now and turn our attention to the legendary Johnny Lee.  My fellow Texan was nice enough to rewrite his famous “Lookin’ For Love” song from Urban Cowboy for me to fit my current dilemma with that blasted glove.  Sooo…find your dance partner, head out to the dance floor and sway to the music.  Now.

Johnny, take it away!!!!

I’ve spent a lot of time looking for you
Near the shingles, cars and in the refrigerator, but there’s no you
Playing a fools game, hoping to win
Don’t wanna tell my family, “Why, I’ve lost Glove again.”
I was looking for Glove in all the wrong places
Looking for Glove in all the wrong spaces
Searching nearby, looking for traces
Of what, I’m dreaming of…
Hopin’ to find for my cold hand at least a mitten or some covers
God bless the day I discover
The other part…of my pair of gloves

When I was home, friend, with no glove in sight
And I did everything to find it before I left for the night
Don’t know where it departed or where I might find it again
I just burned inside with anger, because I had lost Glove again!!!
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I was looking for Glove in all the wrong places
Searching nearby, looking for traces
Of what, I’m dreaming of…
Hopin’ to find for my cold hand at least a mitten or some covers
God bless the day I discover
The other part…of my pair of gloves

Then you came a’knocking at my front door..
You’re everything I’ve been searching for..
No more looking for Glove in all the wrong places
Looking for Glove in too many wrong spaces
Searching nearby, looking for traces
Of what.. I’m dreaming of…
Now that I don’t need a mitten or some covers
God bless the day I discovered
You, oh you, my little Glove!!
**Exit dance floor**
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