Freedom gave You too much time to go and misbehave You are no longer anybody’s slave You’re free young runaway You got them holey feet Two pin cushions, you think you're. so discreet You’re sick of sticking with the alley creeps Now you’re sticking with me
You say you're broken down Beg me to help you out Heart like a megaphone I ain’t your telephone Why don’t you go on home Why don’t you go on home Why don’t you go on home The truth is I'm a runaway I'm running from the modern day The truth is that your paradise Ain’t my paradise
Your eyes I love But I don’t think they shine enough I really wish that they would lighten up Instead of looking all fussed Beg me to break it down You got a nervous sound Heart like a megaphone You’re scared to be alone Why don't you go on home
Run back to your mother She will save you She will be your lover No more misbehavior And I’ll be your savior Run back to your mother She will save you She will be your lover No more misbehavior I will be your savior
