We're persecuted for our love.
No one touches us. No. They don't have to.
It's their glares that kill us, with eyes like guns.

What'd we do? We never hurt you.
We're no different from your 'ideal' match.
We've ambitions and goals.
Dreams of a life together, and little ones to hold.
A white picket fence and a two-story home.
We share in a love no man can break;
A love that no man can fake.

I'm hers to have, she's mine to hold.
Every day our love grows and molds
into something even more beautiful to behold.

So why do you hate us? Why do you curse us?
Why do you spit upon the ground as though we worship it.

We were born our way, as you were born yours.
We're just two women in love,
not slutty street whores.

Please put away your pistols.
Try to cast a thoughtful eye.
For being who we are,
would you really wish we'd die?