In a roundabout way,
I guess you could say,
I love shoes.

In a roundabout way,
I guess you could say,
it's because I have feet.

I've had feet all my life, oh yes.
They grew on me
when I was young.

In a roundabout way
you could say
I love shoes.

In a roundabout way
you could say
I love gloves.

I have fingers, yes,
but mostly I have palms.
I have fingers, yes,
but mostly I have palms.

My palms are protected
when I wear gloves
they're oh, so, comfy.

My palms don't get burned
when I wear gloves
they protect me from hot cars
and hot stoves
and hot ladies.
They protect me from
hot men
and also hot dogs.

That's why I love gloves,
in a roundabout way.
That's why I love gloves,
in a roundabout way.

I guess you could say
in a roundabout way,
I am hair.

And under myself,
I grow this little fleshy mess.
I use this fleshy mass
to carry me around

but I am hair.
It has these dangly bits
that I dance around
but I am hair.

It's kind of a roundabout way
to say that I have no interest
in dating you today.