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 to me what good would it do me?
It's no secret where I've been and I have worn so thin
She can see through me

I don't believe a word of it
Can't come around to her now that I've heard of it
Now that her soft touch is gone
She's got her kid gloves on

Here is what I've 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 of flesh wrapped in velveteen
And the road wrapped around me, the long lonely highway
Gulped down by a Greyhound

I don't believe a word of it
Can't come around to her now that I've heard of it
Now that her soft touch is gone
She's got her kid gloves on

I don't believe a word of it
Can't come around to her now that I've heard of it
Won't come around cause I'll only get hurt in it
Now that her soft touch is gone
How could she ever go on without her kid gloves on?

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