All the lazy dykes, cross armed at the palms   Then legs astride their bikes, indigo burns on their arms   One sweet day, an emotional whirl, you will be good to yourself   And you'll come and join the girls      All the lazy dykes, they pity how you live   Just somebody's wife, you give, and you give   And you give and you give, give and you give   And one sweet day, an emotional whirl, you will be good to yourself   And you'll come and join the girls      Touch me, squeeze me, hold me too tightly   And when you look at me you actually see me      And I've never felt so alive, in the whole of my life   In the whole of my life      Free yourself, be yourself, come to the palms and see yourself   And at last your life begins, at last your life begins   At last your life begins, at last your life begins