Holding hands on the street like this, that's real loveThe warm wind caresses the smell of piss, and that's real loveThe girl's expensive, the boy's so cheap, and no one ever wants you cheap to cheapWhen the alleyway is the only way, that's real loveSame armchair for twenty-five years, that's apparently loveA sanctified marriage for a couple of queers, not from heaven butThey're all pro-embryo, all pro-lifeAs long as I'm one child in a book or a dieYou're the dead of his husband, you're the knife for his wifeAnd that's real loveThat's real loveStealing kisses in a moonlit parkThat's real loveOne bird sings, then two dogs barkThat's real loveCalling it *** when you're only in loveThe backing of your guilt with the Lord aboveWhen sin's the relationship you're inThat's real loveSame armchair for twenty-five yearsThat's apparently loveA sanctified marriage for a couple of queers, not from heaven butThey're all pro-embryo, all pro-lifeAs long as I'm one child in a book or a dieYou're the dead of his husband, you're the knife for his wifeAnd that's real loveThat's real loveThat's real loveThat's real loveThe street light's grown, the pavement's creakedEvery love you have is just a hide-and-seekWe're waltzing with the wind on the windThe devil now, and that's real loveThe same armchair for twenty-five yearsThat's apparently loveA sanctified marriage for a couple of queersNot from heaven, butThey're all pro-embryo, all pro-lifeAs long as I'm a child in a pool for a diveYou're the devil's husbandYou're the knife for his wifeAnd that's real loveThat's real love