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