There's nothing special
About two women holding hands
The shade comes after that
When they do it under the tablecloth

Then, alone and with nothing to lose,
The hands go first, and then the rest of the skin.

A love to hide
Though naked, there's nowhere to hide it.
They disguise it as friendship
When they go out walking round the city

One of them thinks that that's not right
The other one says: "Who cares?".
And other's opinions don't count.

Who stops doves flying?
Flying over the ground
Woman on woman.

It's not up to me
To throw at them the first stone
If I'm in the wrong circumstance,
And I found them lip to lip in a room
I wouldn't even dare to cough
If I don't like it, I know what I've got to do.
With my stones they build their own wall.

Who stops doves flying?
Flying over the ground
Woman on woman.