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 cla** jacka** 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