Trip on this…
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”
Yeah, showing out is easy
I wouldn’t want to be in her shoes
Well maybe you can see me, yeah
Don’t run, move on, catch me if you can
Walk on
Oh, yesterday was Friday
When you held your hand in mine
A law of spite and hearsay
Well we don’t mind – they’re wasting time
Yeah, even if you made me
I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes
A diva if you paid me, yeah
To be some high-class jackass
Licking from your hand
Walk on the face of love, walk on
So long – I’m gonna trip you up
If you tread on my face for fun
Trip on this…
Walk on the face of love, walk on
So long – I’m gonna trip you up
If you tread on my face for fun
Walk on the face of love, walk on
So long – I’m gonna trip you up
If you tread on my face for fun
Walk on…