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, I'll kill you      I'm sad I didn't marry the blind man   But whats 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