Two women that hold hands
When they do it under the tablecloth
Later alone with nothing to lose
Past the hands or the rest of the skin
Even naked there's nowhere to hide it
They disguise it as friendship
When it goes out to walk around the city
One thinks that that isn't right
The other thinks that what can you do?
And what the others think is irrelevant
Who stops doves in flight
Flying close to the ground
One thinks that that isn't right
The other thinks that what can you do?
And what the others think is irrelevant
Who stops doves in flight
Flying close to the ground
Who stops doves in flight
Flying close to the ground