Nothing special has
Two women that hold their hands
The trouble comes after
When they do it under the tablecloth
Then alone with nothing to lose
Behind the hands is the rest of the skin
A love to hide
but in leathers there's not why hide it
They dress it up as friendship
When it goes to walk in the city
One thinks that that's not good
The other thinks that what can they do
And what the others think is underrated
¿Who stops doves in flight
Flying at ground level?
Women against women