I woke up the day I was new, wearing these boots and gloves.
Take em' everywhere I go!
Warm or cold, shy or bold!
Rain or shine,
no matter the time!
He said he liked these gloves in bed,
Thinkin' to fast for that little head.
The killer in black white and red.
Wearing those gloves where he may tread.

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Quick little something on the back of scrap paper. I hate being away from my stuff, but at least I'm drawing again.