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

I really don't know and I really don't 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