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 freedom
Freedom