Come downstairs    I’ll put flowers in your hair   Won’t you forgive me now?   Won’t you forgive me now?   Won’t you forgive me now baby, oh won’t you forgive me now?      Some days are like woolen gloves   They feel warm, but you can’t touch things properly   Can’t hold onto glass   Can’t hold on to rocks   Can’t hold onto love    While wearing woolen gloves      Won’t you forgive me now?   Won’t you forgive me now?   Won’t you forgive me now baby, oh won’t you forgive me now?      If I lived here I would swim everyday    My skin would turn darker   And I’d have babies   And they’d drink all my milk   But I live in New York   With my woolen gloves   Falling in and out   Of my woolen loves      Won’t you forgive me now?   So won’t you forgive me now?   Won’t you forgive me now baby, oh won’t you forgive me now?   Won’t you forgive me now?