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, I'll kill you

I'm sad I didn't marry the blind man

But whats a life with three blind children?

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

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