Put ‘em on.
Baby, put ‘em both on.
I wanna see you the way you dress up for the cold.
I just wanna huggle you, I just wanna feel that parka.
And leave on your brassiere, my dear, you still look so fly.
I’m taking the battery outta my phone because baby, you and me,
Tonight, we’re gonna get it on to glove serenade.

You know I’m gettin’ so cold, well you know how it is.
And I’m very glad to know that you’re sharin’ your warmth with me.
Baby, we’re gonna stay here and gonna wear gloves.
And we’re gonna wear ‘em like they’re supposed to be worn.
Heaven only knows what goes on inside gloved hands.
The very thought of your hands lights up my fire.
You and me, baby, in glove serenade, oh baby, oh baby.

Make me warm up, toast me, toast me, toast me.
Make me heat up, let me burn for you.
You’ll know what it’s like when a hand and a garment become one.
And the only real way we can do that, baby,
Is when we’re wearin’ gloves with each other.
When we reach that, that simple feelin’
When you’re wearin’ gloves, it’s, it’s like you’re in another world.
Help me, help me, oh baby, help me.
Lord have mercy on me.