Shall we all talk paternal?
Shall we all talk of the sun?
Everything runs in circles
Everything comes undone
One hand holds the mantel
The other one holds the key
Your body is a sanctuary
And your body is about to be free
She's gotta have it (ooh)
She's got a dream (she's got a dream)
And she'll make it a habit
Of doing her own thing
She's doing her own thing
Doesn't it seem quite obvious?
Doesn't it seem unwise?
Nothing else can be taken from you
It's your own body and mind
One hand holds the candle
The other one holds the flame
Infinite with its guiding light
Illuminating all things the same
She's gotta have it (ooh)
She's got a dream (she's got a dream)
And she'll make it a habit
Of doing her own thing
She's doing her own thing
