Shes wearing kid gloves
Will handle me carefully
Cause Ive 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
Its no secret where Ive been and I have worn so thin
And she can see through me
Chorus 1:
I dont believe a word of it
Cant come around to her now that Ive heard of it
Now that her soft touch is gone
Shes got her kid gloves on
Here is what Ive 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 dont believe a word of it
Cant come around to her now that Ive heard of it
Wont come around cause Ill only get hurt and it
Now that her soft touch is gone
How could she ever go on
Without her kid gloves on