Glove Testo

Testo Glove

I picked up a lady's gloveI gave it back to her and she put it onShe teased my eyes when she curtsied lowI said "tell me ma'amWhy don't you tell em ma'am, where do you go?"She said "walking" then taking careShe brushed her cheekWhere the summer breezeHad caught her hairThen the question seemed to turn out wrongBecause I quietly swore and bit my clumsy tongueThen looking up I saw that she was goneShe'd turned around and walkedShe turned around and walked six feet further onShe said "young man" then she smiled"I'd be so pleased if you'dAccompany me to walk awhile"Woah I picked up a lady's gloveI gave it back and she put it onShe teased my eyes when she curtsied lowI said "tell me ma'amTell me where do you go?"She said "walking" then taking careShe brushed her cheekWhere the summer breezeHad caught her hairShe said "walking" then taking careShe brushed her cheekWhere the summer breezeHad caught her hairShe said "young man" then she smiled"I'd be so pleased if you'dAccompany me to walk awhile"