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" I wouldn't want to be in her shoes Maybe you can see me Showing out is easy 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 We don't mind -- they're wasting time I wouldn't want to be in your shoes A law of spite and hearsay A diva if you paid me Even if you made 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 Like a goody-goody two shoes Even if you made me No time to be a lady This is our space, our place -- don't they understand? So long -- I'm going to trip you up Walk on the face of love, walk on Walk on the face of love, walk on So long -- I'm going to trip you up