Under your dress
there's nothing for me to see
and nowhere for me to go,
under your dress.
But I tried to fight
those fascist hands of yours
in the hope that I could score
- but no such luck.
It makes me wonder if it's fair
for me to go on,
but I think it's only fair for me to try
and hide under your dress.
Under your sky
there's no place for me either
but sometimes I knew I was the one
under your sky.
But it's all right,
we'll be over when we're dead
and we were over from the start,
I can take it if I must.
It makes me wonder if it's fair
for me to go on,
but I think it's only fair for me to try
and hide under your dress.
Under your dress
decades seem to fall apart
and you know we could be friends
and meet under your dress.

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