You don't have to be good Living just to do the things they tell you, you should
You don't have to be right Tiptoeing all around your heart, afraid to live your life
You don't have to repent For being a woman who lives her life without their consent
Woman of the heart live from your soul Dig in the Earth, where came the rib Breathe from your soul Let bare foot keep time with Magdalene's Choir Let it bless your lipsΒ Β and bless your hips And set your blood on fire