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. Oh, I really don't know and I really don't care. Kiss My Shades. Hand in glove. The Good People laugh. Yes, we may be hidden by rags but we've 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, for the Good Life is out there 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.