Kid Gloves Lyrics

We've got a five-sided magazine,
We'll make a whole lot of history,
Baby's flirting back all courageously,
It won't be long until we make a scene.

You've got a whole lot of mystery,
Baby's got a bad, bad history.

Are we crazy or are we glad?
Keep your instincts to make us sad,
Keep on searching for what we had,
To remind us all.

If you've got to say it then say it right,
Run red lights, we're getting wet tonight,
Crossing tracks between your sense and dread,
Go so loco, got a spinning head.

You've got a whole lot of mystery,
Baby's got a bad, bad history.

Nobody else that makes you feel this way,
Did you hide your heart away?
Waiting for divine intervention,
It's reawakening.

Are we crazy or are we glad?
Keep your instincts to make us sad,
Keep on searching for what we had,
To remind us all.

To remind us all.

Bad, bad baby,
bad, baby, bad

(Thanks to Mark for these lyrics)