Here's a song that would have been about interracial marriage
if it were written back in the 1950s
Jaws all drop at the candyshop when we walk in the store
It's a frightening display Mothers hide their children's eyes and hurry
toward the door I don't even want to know the things that
they will say
But they can't take our love away
We try to eat on Crawford Street on a summer afternoon
We're just met with cold dismay The owner storms the table and he takes away
my spoon, and says "We're not some kind of new cafe
Where freaks like you are on display"
But he can't take our love away
Whoever said that love is blind, didn't understand mankind
What he really meant to say, was love can't see... shades of grey
The big old guns in Washington, they like to kill our fun, fun, fun
Man, they sure don't like to play They care more about our bedrooms than they
do about their boardrooms That's the price we gotta pay
But they can't take our love away