They judge us like they know us;
they must have nothing to keep busy
because they're always
pointing fingers.
Well, little do they know
while the jury's out,
I already made my choice
and it's you.
It's none of their business
because they aren't here
when your rough hand grabs mine
I know it's where I belong.
I'll put up with their disapproval
and their critical glares,
because our love is more real
than their speculation.