Strangers on the Street

[couchgrouch]

Strangers on the StreetWhen something is forbiddenit's often twice as sweetwe're lovers when we're hiddenbut we're strangers on the streetthe shadows seem invitingin dark places that we meetkisses feel more excitingcos we're strangers on the streetwhat's missing inside,that makes us run and hidefrom ones we should be thinking ofsometimes I wonder,if not for untamed hungerwould we still be in lovegamblers think they'll keep winningif they find ways to cheatbut is love won through sinningby strangers on the streetducking down hotel hallwaysmoonlit rooms...midnight heatwe can't help it so we'll alwaysbe strangers on the streetwhat's missing inside,that makes us run and hidefrom ones we should be thinking ofsometimes I wonder,if not for untamed hungerwould we still be in lovewe're just strangers on the streetstrangers on the street(c)2004 Robert George