There's nothing special
About two women holding hands
The emphasis shifts after
They've been doing that under the tablecloth
And then on their own with nothing to lose
After their hands go for the ultimate skin.
A kind of love to hold back
And though there's nowhere to hide it in nakedness
They masquerade it as friendship
When it spreads by word to mouth all over the city
One thinks that's not right
The other thinks there's noting to be done about it
And what others think is off-top
Who can stop two doves on a rise
Flying yet parallel to the ground?
Woman facing woman
It's not me who would bother
To throw the first stone at them
If I mishappen to enter the living-room
With them pressing their lips against each other
Nor would I dare to even cough
May I not like it, yet I know that's the way it must be done
For them not to build their wall with my stones
Who can stop two doves on a rise
Flying yet parallel to the ground?
Woman facing woman
No, oh-oh
One thinks that's not right
The other thinks there's noting to be done about it
And what others think is off-top
Who can stop two doves on a rise
Flying yet parallel to the ground?
Woman facing woman
Who can stop two doves on a rise
Flying yet parallel to the ground?
Woman facing woman
(Woman facing woman)