Open with Kid Gloves
Your hands look like trouble
Wrists tied, fingers dancing
In time with your racing
Heartbeat that's victim to that tick
Your body's talkin' to
Your mind like a lever pushing down
On sweet things that make you laugh
You'll have to break my back for truth
When I'm talking to you
I wish you would rest your head
On my shoulder, I've been waiting so long
I wish you would rest your hands in mine
I've waited so for you to come along
Why don't you come along?
Why don't you come along?
Why don't you come along?
Wrists tied, fingers dancing
In time with your racing
Heartbeat that's victim to that tick
Your body's talkin' to
Your mind like a lever pushing down
On sweet things that make you laugh
You'll have to break my back for truth
When I'm talking to you
I wish you would rest your head
On my shoulder, I've been waiting so long
I wish you would rest your hands in mine
I've waited so for you to come along
Why don't you come along?
Why don't you come along?
Why don't you come along?
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Ketcham
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