THE WHISPERING TYPE.

She sits alone as always

Her daughter is fast asleep

A one night stand means nothing

Accept it means far too deep.

She`s done the clothes as always

The routine that cuts inside

Her baby can sleep in warm clothes

The cold is inside the mind.

There`s no laughing no fun nothing to her day

Her parents turned their back...

That`s ok.

It`s the thoughts it`s the sossip-mongers

Leave her be

At the pay-out counter she`ll hear the sniggers

It`s society...

So the father has black skin

Soa the neighbours are laughin`

All respectable in their life.

And we`re all the whispering type

We may go to church and live life right

But we`re all the whispering type

Yes we`re all the whispering type...

The whispering type.

It`s all in the heart

Understand it

Then tear it apart...

The race we hide.