Lyrics

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, it'll kill you." I'm sad I didn't marry the blind man But, what's 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 and pride Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom Freedom, freedom, freedom