Smiths Hand In Glove
Hand in glove the sun shines out of our behinds no, ist not like any other love this one is different – because ist 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 I really don't know and I really dont care Hand in glove the Good People laugh yes, we may be hidden by rags but we have something they'll never have 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 The Good Life is out there, somewhere so stay on my arm, you little charmer but I know my luck too well and I'll probably never see you again