I love your glove

You want to hold my hand,
But the problem is, you see,
A naked hand is bland,
Without the addition of PVC.

I love your glove,
It’s black and shiny,
I love your glove,
When you’re behind me,
I love your glove,
Oh heavens above,
I love your glove.

You want to hold me tight,
To prove our love is true,
But I want to get it right,
So Baby glove me do.

I love your glove,
It fits you tightly,
I love your glove,
It just delights me,
I love your glove,
When push comes to shove,
I love your glove.

Some people just don’t understand,
What we’ve found together,
I prefer the plastic one,
And she prefers the leather.

I love your glove,
I love them all,
I love your glove,
Both large and small,
I love your glove,
Oh heavens above,
I love your glove.

Words by Dean Murray