The Glove

Looking sharp and breaking free That's a metaphor? well, maybe I see you glancing my way, think you like me Fanning those flames, for all to see Saving yourself up, save it for me Seems like it's needed, well we'll see It's not up to me, well not entirely Pumping up my heart my soul, let's break free Swirming like a snake Yet now she shows your face Ascending, descending Did I mention those fakes Leading my meaning You've left me seething But it's a sort of joy A joy that i'm feeling Fits like a glove Fits like a glove Are you, my new love? Fits like a glove Saving yourself up, save it for me Yhat's a metaphor? well, maybe It's not up to me.. well, not entirely Pumping up my heart, my soul, let's break free Swirming like a snake Yet now she shows your face Ascending, descending Did I mention those fakes Leading my meaning You've left me seething But it's a sort of joy A joy that I'm feeling! Fits like a glove who knew Fits like a glove too many too few Are you my new love? Fits like a glove Rising temperatures Raise the stakes Raise the bar Release these fakes Release the pressure Release it for my sanity Please release it for my sake The glove that fits not sure how it fits The glove that fits is this the glove that fits The glove that fits not sure why it fits The glove that fits so pleased it fits Fits like a glove, who knew Fits like a glove, too many too few Are you my new love? Fits like a glove Fits like a glove Fits like a glove Are you my new love? Fits like a glove Are you my new love?