Living at the y, extension 33,
Nothing to care or to worry.
Once i was in love with a blind man,
But my auntie told me, "don't do it, it's not worth it."
Living at the y, 33 years,
No one to call or to write to.
Once i was in love with a married man,
But my instincts told me, "don't tell him, it'll kill you."
I'm sad i didn't marry the blind man,
But what's a life with three blind children?
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I'm glad i never told the married man,
It saved my pride and freedom.
Living at the y, in 33 rooms,
Nowhere to visit or write to.
Once i was in love, it nearly killed me,
But now i have my pride and freedom.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Lyric provided by http://www.sortmusic.com
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom.
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