THE SMITHS

HAND IN GLOVE

 

Hand in glove The sun shines out of our behinds

No, it’s not like any other love

This one is different - because it’s us

 

Hand in glove We can go wherever we please

And everything depends upon

How near you stand to me

 

And if the people stare Then the people stare

Oh, I really don’t know and I really don’t care

Kiss my shades ... oh ...

 

Hand in glove The good people laugh

Yes, we may be hidden by rags

But we’ve something they never have

 

Hand in glove The sun shines out of our behinds

Yes, we may be hidden by rags

But we’ve something they never have

 

And if the people stare Then the people stare

Oh, I really don’t know and I really don’t care

Kiss my shades ... oh ...

 

So, hand in glove I stake my claim

I’ll fight to the last breath

If they dare touch a hair on your head

I’ll fight to the last breath

 

For the good life is out there somewhere

So stay on my arm, you little charmer

 

But I know my luck too well

Yes, I know my luck too well

And I’ll probably never see you again

I’ll probably never see you again

I’ll probably never see you again