She kisses him on Bermondsey Street

And rises high on the balls of her feet


Declares this the greatest love


Of the century




He fumbles for a wedding ring


She's no, no clone from Vogue magazine

She is complex in all her complexions


Love is here to heal




And I'm so proud of you but now you must too


Take pride with what this love you do




He kisses him on Bermondsey Street


And standing brave on the balls of his feet


Declares this the greatest love

Of the century





He fumbles for a wedding ring

He's no, no clone from Colt magazines


He is complex in all his complexions


Love is here to heal




And I'm so proud of you, now you must too


Take pride with what this love you do




Now you know, love knows no boundaries


Sees beyond sexuality

And holds the sun in the palm of its hand


And laughs down on the cynical man




Hear what I say, hear what I see


When two kisses sweet on Bermondsey Street




Regardless of religion, braver than any faith


No fear of society evolves you and me




Love, whoa


And two kisses sweet on Bermondsey Street now

Two kisses sweet


Two kisses sweet on Bermondsey Street now



And two kisses sweet on Bermondsey Street now


Two kisses sweet on Bermondsey Street