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

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 onе holds the flame

Infinite with it's guiding light

Illuminating all things thе same

 

 

 

She's gotta have it

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