And now, gloves
First the boots, and now the gloves.
In a crash the rest of me may be destroyed, but my hands will live on.
I always wanted my own gauntlets.
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
First the boots, and now the gloves.
In a crash the rest of me may be destroyed, but my hands will live on.
I always wanted my own gauntlets.