I know you shower with your shoes on
So you always look so skinny and tall
And no lover yet has complained you're too wet
He knows you're that kind of girl
And when you go to the circus
You're only hoping that the tightrope walker might fall
And that the lions might disfigure the tamer
You're that kind of girl
Oh and freedom
Freedom might taste sweet
And he knows about that feeling
When he's making his way home
Trying to find an explanation
As to where he was that took so long
Creeping in in silence
For he won't know what to say
In answer to the question
Well how did your fingers get to taste that way
And freedom
Freedom might taste sweet
Well I'm ashamed to say sometimes
That freedom doesn't taste of me
I know you cry on Sundays
With your mirrors turned to the wall
For they carry the proof of your vanishing youth
And well, you're that kind of girl
And I know about addiction
Well there's just a word that we can't do without
You can look at a dictionary baby
It's full of words like down and out
And freedom
Freedom won't come cheap
Well I'm ashamed to say sometimes
That freedom's not as cheap as me
Oh girl my oh my
It's just a day so don't you cry
Oh girl my oh my
It's just a day so don't you cry
It's just a day
And freedom
Freedom might look sweet
Well I'm ashamed to say sometimes
That freedom doesn't look like me
I'm ashamed to say sometimes
That freedom doesn't look like me