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THE DIFFERENCE
THE DIFFERENCE
(T. Beechey)
I heard what they are saying when you are on the floor
And I find it so dismaying --- if they only knew you more
They'd never make the comments I've heard repeatedly
And it beings back the difference between the world and me
I've noticed all their glances as you come passing by
Thinking they have chances to be your one-night guy
And I don't understand why I hold a separate view
I see a gentle hand they only wish they knew
Why am I so different? Am I wrong or right?
I'm far from being innocent,but I can't find delight
In what's on the outside,what ninety-nine percent
See with lustful pride,I see what Heaven sent
I know what others are seeing when they look at you
And all their buddies agreeing they see the same thing,too
And I cannot comprehend why I don't see the same
I see a beautiful friend,they don't even know your name
Your name's unimportant,they'd just as soon forget
To them,you're nothing more than a conquest to be met
It doesn't make a bit to sense,it seems unreal to me
And it brings back the difference between the world and me
Why am I so different? Is it really a mistake?
I'm not saying I'm innocent but,to me,it seems so fake
To judge what's only showing,what ninety-nine percent
Never end up knowing,the angel Heaven sent
Maybe I'm to blame here cause it's very plain to see
In fact,I'd say it's crystal clear I'm the minority
I just can't imagine how they're even designed
To me,it seems so tragic to have a shallow mind
I see a angel winging her way into my heart
I hear a choir singing and I know I'm far apart
From what all my brethren feel and think about you,girl...
It makes me glad I'm different than the rest of the world
