If they knew...
Well, let me put it that way:
The look on their faces - still
when I walk by,
when they hear my name
when my name comes from your lips -
Their eyes wide open - again
when we walk by,
when you wave at them
when you smile at the same time -
I can see their minds losing control - again.
Trying to imagine
what trouble I'm up for next.
What sin I already have in mind.
What you and I do together.
But I also know -
if they knew what we really do,
they would refuse to believe,
because someone has to be the ungrateful wretch.
And in their eyes -
it'll always be me.
And right at this point
I only can smile about
that lady across the street,
thinking of me as the whore of hell.
Or her husband -
watching us and wanting to sneak a peek.
Or a mother -
believing we are drawing circles of chalk
and practising witchcraft.
If THEY knew.
Gosh, must our life be interesting.