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