She's wearing kid gloves
Will handle me carefully
'Cause I've got a history
Cracked up and fragile
And bound to break easyAnd 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
And she can see through meI 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 onHere 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 townAnd all the way I dreamed
Flesh wrapped in velveteen
And the road wrapped around me
The long lonely highway
Gulped down by a GreyhoundI 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 onI 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 and itNow that her soft touch is gone
How could she ever go on
Without her kid gloves on