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"
I wouldn't want to be in her shoes
Maybe you can see me
Showing out is easy
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
We don't mind -- they're wasting time
I wouldn't want to be in your shoes
A law of spite and hearsay
A diva if you paid me
Even if you made 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
Like a goody-goody two shoes
Even if you made me
No time to be a lady
This is our space, our place -- don't they understand?
So long -- I'm going to trip you up
Walk on the face of love, walk on
Walk on the face of love, walk on
So long -- I'm going to trip you up
Writer(s): Paul Carnell, Lucia Holm
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