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Call each other names
Your voices rude
Your voices rough
Then you learn the lesson
That it's cool to be so tough
Handle with kid gloves
of Stockton
I''m weighing in at two -o -one
But there's a man in the front row
Sent down by the mob with a gun.
For 'Kid Gloves', 'Kid Gloves', I'm
I got ladyfingers baby
I got kid gloves
baby I got heart
I bet you didn't know that I could treat you right
that underneath the armor
there's
and you
It comes from up above
I ain't no porcupine
Take off your kid gloves
Are you ready for the thing called love
I ain't some icon carved out
and you
It comes from up above
I ain't no porcupine
Take off your kid gloves
Are you ready for the thing called love
I ain't some icon carved out
and you
It comes from up above
I ain't no porcupine
Take off your kid gloves
Are you ready for the thing called love
I ain't some icon carved out
Sheep to the slaughter, oh I thought this must be love
All your sons and daughters, in a strangle hold with a kid glove
She's got eyes like saucers,
Sheep to the slaughter
Oh, this must be love
All your sons and daughters in a strangle, all with a kid glove
Eyes like saucers; oh, you think
Sheep to the slaughter, oh I thought this must be love
All your sons and daughters in a strangle hold with a kid glove
She's got eyes like saucers,
Sheep to the slaughter
Oh, this must be love
All your sons and daughters in a strangle, all with a kid glove
Eyes like saucers, oh, you think
Don't come from you and me,
It comes from up above
I ain't no porcupine, take off your kid gloves
Are you ready for this thing called love
And you
found me
I used to believe in a love watching over
I want to believe in that love yet again
I lost my touch to handle with kid gloves
In the rough
This time girl I've had enough
You're too hot to handle with kid gloves
It's too late I hear a knock on the door
The game's over baby I can't take
This time girl i've had enough
You're too hot to handle with kid gloves
It's too late i hear a knock on the door
The game's over baby i can't take it
Five day forecast bring black tall rains and hellfire
While handpicked tenderness kid-gloves tear at the inseam
Their Halliburton attaché cases
line
But the veil was drawn and the halo slipped
Tippling tinctures and reciting scripture
Faces where slapped just as kid gloves were suffered
Vile
to hear
They give you tablets of love
They're waiting for you, got to score you
Handy with a shovel and so sincere
Ooh, they got the kid glove
You
to hear
They give you tablets of love
They're waiting for you, got to score you
Handy with a shovel and so sincere
Ooh, they got the kid glove
You
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
a nut, bring a bowl full of bon-bons
Chill me some wine, keep standin' by
Just entertain me, champagne me
Show me you love me, kid glove me
Best way
a nut, bring a bowl full of bon-bons
Chill me some wine, keep standin' by
Just entertain me, champagne me
Show me you love me, kid glove me
Best way
a while she's gonna think that I'm the worst, oh yeah
Well, I won't treat her with kid gloves
And I won't shower her with lots of love
But I'll make
a head case
And I was the pillowcase
Always treating you like I got kid gloves
Like I got kid gloves
In all of your dreams
In all of your dreams I know I
a machine gun
I wore your bugle in my belt
And I was your kid glove lover
All the cards were yours you always dealt
And I stood before your soapbox
Noiseless
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