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 lips and bless your hips
And set your blood on fire
No, You Don't Have To Be Good
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