Left For Free

The only thing left for free, Is a high right hand turn where you’ll see, The corner of 1st & 3. A woman shouts, “You lookin at me? Stop your glarin, I’m not for free, Do I want you to want me, love you to love me?”

The only thing left for free, Is the barstool next to Big Lee, In a joint on Long Island serving proud tea. A woman shouts, “Buy a drink for me? Stop your starin, I’m a dime a dozen you’ll see, In your nice shoes and shirt, come on home with me?”

The only thing left for free, Is a smile, hi, hello, you’re you & I’m me, I’m fine, you’re well, walk along with me. A woman shouts, "You holding the door for me? Stop the sharin’ and carin’, I’m a woman set free I’m not helpless, beggin’ a friend; you feelin’ me?

The only thing left for free, Is the right to love and hold one heart’s key, Partner up, fall in love and maybe down upon a knee. A woman shouts, "You cryin’ to marry me? First prove to me, my dyin’ history won’t be, The reason you flee back around, 1st & 3.