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