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 and 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

     So, hand in glove I stake my claim
     I'll fight to the last breath

     If they dare touch a hair on your head
     I'll  fight to the last breath

     The Good Life is out there, somewhere
     so stay on my arm, you little charmer

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