Letras:
Neil Diamond Velvet Gloves And Spit

every embrace Could I give and not break Should I care and forsake All the comfort of A modern day version of love Close my eyes and keep on runnin'

: Hey, Sunday Sun Let's go walkin' And we'll talk about some things Kick my shoes off, And we'll dream about some dreams Got to get away when the world

: Runnin', hidin' Runnin', hidin' myself From a bad and sad kinda hurt It ain't gonna work, oh no Alibi'n I've been tryin' to make believe I could leave

rich and the poor The rich got a maid And she takes all the kids to the zoo It's true The poor got no maid So they pack up their kids and go, too And

you don't understand Na na na na na na na na na Bad times, I can't take 'em Good times, got to make 'em Got to find 'em, got to taste 'em Hey, and I

la la la (teenage vocals) La la la Pot, pot gimme some pot Forget what you are, You can be what you're not Do, do take a family cruise You with your grass, Mom and

Neil go find your brother Daddy's home, and it's time for supper Hurry on." And I see two boys Racin' up two flights of staircase Squirmin' into Papa's embrace And

once again I can find honey-drippin' times Honey-drippin' times Kid's playin' games in the yard Kids never know when times are hard But they're kids and

rich and the poor The rich got a maid And she takes all the kids to the zoo It's true The poor got no maid So they pack up their kids and go, too And