Lyrics

Some people spend their time just runnin' round in circles Always chasing some exotic bird I prefer to spend some time just listening for that special something That I've never ever heard I like a new song to sing, another show Or somewhere entirely different to be But baby you make me feel so free And so I yearn for mistress calling me That's the muse, that's the muse But we only burn up with that passion When there's absolutely nothing left to lose I make it to spring and there's no bed of roses It's just more hard work and bad company But baby I want to say this, you make me feel so free, oh yeah I heard them say that you can have your cake and eat it But all I wanted was one free lunch How can I eat it when the man that's next to me now, he grabbed it Lord, he beat me, he beat me to the punch How can I even talk about freedom When you know it's sweet mystery But baby you, you, you make me feel so free I'm gonna lay my cards just right down on the table And spin the wheel and roll the dice And whatever way it comes out Whatever way it turns out Baby you know, well that's the price Well I'll order again there's no need to explain I just need somewhere to dump all my negativity But baby remember, you make me feel so free What ya say, what you say? What you say, what you say, what ya say? What ya say, what you say? What you say, what you say, what you say? What ya say, what you say, what you say? Yeah making me feel so free, baby Say it again, say it say it say it again You make me feel so free So doggone free
Writer(s): Thom Bell, Linda Creed Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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