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There’s nothing special
About two women holding hands
The shade comes after
When they do it under the table
Then alone with nothing to lose
The hands go first then the rest of the skin
A love to hide though naked
There’s nowhere to hide it
They disguise it as friendship
When they go out walking ‘round the city
One of the thinks it’s not right
The other one says ‘who cares’?
Other’s opinions don’t count
Who stops doves flying?
Flying over the ground.
Woman on woman
It’s not up to me to throw at them the first stone
If I’m in the wrong circumstance
And I found them lip to lip in a room
I wouldn’t even dare to cough
If I don’t like it, I know what to do
With my own stones they build their own wall
Who stops...
One of them thinks...