Walk On

On a hazy Sunday
When the world thinks it’s alright
And Mother hears the news say
«It's a crime, it’s black and white»
Showing out is easy
I wouldn’t want to be in her shoes
Maybe you can see me
Don’t run, move on, catch me if you can
Walk on the face of love, walk on
So long, I’m going to trip you up
Yesterday was Friday
And you held your hand in mine
A law of spite and hearsay
We don’t mind, they’re wasting time
Even if you made me
I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes
A diva if you paid me
To be some high class jackass
Licking from your hand
Walk on the face of love, walk on
So long, I’m going to trip you up
Even if you made me
Like a goody, goody two shoes
No time to be a lady
This is our space, our place
Don’t they understand?
Walk on the face of love, walk on
So long, I’m going to trip you up
Walk on the face of love, walk on
So long, I’m going to trip you up