I've got my kid gloves on
But not to give you that spank
Only to hold them out
Extended in their thanks
I'm dancing naked not streaking
I'm holding my cards to my vest
Not to keep you seeing them
But 'coz you know them, here's the rest
The holding hands
The talking late
The wistful good bye
The wait the wait the wait
You're like a jail I'm always out of, baby
Never caught I'm always free
Since the wait ain't waiting, baby
Let's talk beneath that tree
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