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