Nothing special here to see:
Just two women holding hands together.
The intention is so clear
When they hold hands underneath the table's end

Then together, with nothing left to hide,
After hands comes the rest of all the sights.

All their love's in open air
Try'n to fake it, but they just can't hide it.

So they say that they're just friends
When they walk together through the city air.

Then one comments that it's a bit obscene.
Then, one comments, "We'll have to wait and see…"

And what the comment doesn't matter anyway.
Who can keep turtledoves from their flyin'? And though at risk of fallin'
Two women join as one.

I'm not here to judge a soul.
I won't throw stones t'ward anybody.
If I stumble down a hall
Where they're kissing, lips to lips, just making love,
I'd stay quiet. Not even dare to cough.
It's their life. and if I don't like it, tough.

With all the stones that they collect they'll build a wall!
Who can keep turtledoves from their flyin'?
And though at risk of fallin':
Two women join as one.