It hurts me more to hide my love from you
even though I must keep it hidden in my shoe
And I don't tell anybody just which one
I keep it hidden from the moon and the sun.
I know in many ways I let you know it
and in many ways I try not to show it
At our age you would think no one should care
if you and I had our whole lives to share.
So what times a good time to love you
when no one else needs to know that I do
And what times a good time to treat you
like a woman and not an animal in a zoo.
Your no ones possession or personal treasure
to treat as a slave or servant without measure
You should have like they do to be free
a mind of your own but just like me.
We're told what to do and when to do it
and to wear their shoes when they don't even fit
I know what I want instead of lonely
Just me with you babe and you with me.
So what times a good time to love you
when no one else needs to know that I do
And what times a good time to treat you
like a woman and not an animal in a zoo.
Yes, it hurts me not to love you so I do
even though I must keep it hidden in my shoe
And I don't tell anybody just which one
I keep it hidden from the moon and the sun
But it hurts me more to hide my love from you.
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