Nothing is so special
Two women go hand in hand
The hue comes after
When they do below the mantel
Then alone with nothing to lose
Hands after going the rest of the skin
A love for concealing
But hides no where to hide
Masquerade as friendly
When they come to stroll through the city
One feels that what is not well
The other believes that what he is going to do
And what we think the other is over
Who stops the fly pigeons
Flying at ground level
Women against women
I am not for the work I
Tirarles of the first stone
If the wrong occasion
And hallo lip to lip in the classroom
I dare not even cough
If not happy because I know what must be done
To make them with my stone wall
Who stops the fly pigeons
Flying at ground level
Women against women
One feels that what is not well
The other believes that what he is going to do
And what we think the other is over
Who stops the fly pigeons
Flying at ground level
Women against women
Who stops the fly pigeons
Flying at ground level
Women against women.