Hand In Glove (haven't got) — The Smiths

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, but 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

And if the people stare then, the people stare I really don't know, but i really don't care

So hand in glove I stake my claim I'll fight to the last breath If they dare tough a hair on your head I'll fight to the last breath

Tho good life is out htere somewhere so stay on my arm, you little charmer

But I know my luck too well Yes, I know my luck too well and I'll probably never see you again I'll probably never see you again I'll probably never see you again