Clocks continue ticking, voices keep rising
Chaos within the four walls
Neighbours got their ears to a glass
Yet, the murmuring never stops.
‘Will you look at her dress!’ one squeals
Way too short, it seems
A slut, wasted bitch is what everyone thinks
Oh, the murmuring never stops.
Its 1 a.m., I’m stepping out of a car
Curious faces from behind curtains peek,
And mental guessing-games begin, like a war
Damn, the murmuring never stops.
Bow ties or pink socks, casual hugs or lip locks
Confessing to being gay,
And then a victim of gasps and shocks
Alas, the murmuring never stops!