The Price Of Freedom
Gelsey Bell
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I'm feeling like the young whore Who wore An anklet of bells with unshaven legs And let all the men Come close before they realize That she was ugly And like her I smile with rotten teeth 'Cause their revulsion is Well what I'm going for Triumph Solitude Freedom From you From you From you Solitude Where I let all the hair just grow And sing and dance with my Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling you know And I see no one looking back at me And I see no reaction No I see no reaction But they will not leave me alone Still on the job Slowly pacing back and forth Still on the job Wanting to punch the cement Let my scream blow their cum away But I'm Still on the job Gotta make a buck, gotta make a buck Gotta make a buck, gotta make a buck Gotta make a buck, gotta make a buck Gotta make a buck, gotta make a buck Gotta make a buck, gotta make a buck Gotta make a buck, gotta make a buck Gotta make a buck buck buck buck buck Buck buck buck buck buck buck buck buck buck But I I wouldn't mind Getting ugly for Freedom No I I wouldn't mind Getting ugly for Freedom No I I wouldn't mind Getting ugly for Freedom No I I wouldn't mind Getting ugly for Freedom Triumph Solitude Freedom From you Gotta get away From your eyes If ugliness Is the only way Then I'll take it Yeah, I'll take it 'Cause I'm feeling like the young whore Who wore An anklet of bells with unshaven legs And let all the men Come close before they realize That she was ugly And I I wouldn't mind Getting ugly for Freedom No I I wouldn't mind Getting ugly for Freedom No I I wouldn't mind Getting ugly for Freedom No I I wouldn't mind Getting ugly for Freedom
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