Lyrics Your Hand, My Glove - Digital Leather

Your Hand, My Glove

swinging from a tree at a quarter after 3
spending time with you, is all i need to do
my friends all say i’m crazy, my mom thinks that i’m sick
when i feel your warm embrace i want to live again for free, for free, for free,
for free check it out, your hand, my glove
you drive me home from school and i will play your fool
kiss you on the neck, till the whole sunset
then we’ll have some wine and a good ol time drink until 3, you’ll make love to
me for free, for free, for free, for free
check it out, your hand, my glove
your hand