I don’t have the stomach for your brandy
I can hardly sip your tea
I don’t have the teeth left for your candy
I’m just busy being free
Living in this yurt
Everybody hurts
There’s no central heat
On Independence Street
I know that she’s nothing but nothing
Nothing but a lover girl
See the way she gives away those kisses
She’s everything you need and more
Sucking on a Cert
That ain't no dessert
I cannot compete
On Independence Street
I don’t have the stomach for your brandy
I can hardly sip your tea
I don’t have no teeth left for your candy
I’m just busy being me
Riffing in this church
I just might convert
There’s no way to leave
From Independence Street

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