She's wearing kid gloves Will handle me carefully Cause I've got a history, cracked up and fragile And bound to break easy
And if she could talk to me What good would it do me It's no secret where I've been and I have worn so thin And she can see through me
Chorus 1: I don't believe a word of it Can't come around to her now that I've heard of it Now that her soft touch is gone She's got her kid gloves on
Here is what I've found New york just gets me down When the going got tough, I got a bus ticket Back to my home town
And all the way I dreamed Flesh wrapped in velveteen And the road wrapped around me, the long lonely highway Gulped down by a greyhound
(chorus 1)
Chorus 2: I don't believe a word of it Can't come around to her now that I've heard of it Won't come around cause I'll only get hurt and it Now that her soft touch is gone How could she ever go on Without her kid gloves on
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