She already did everything that is good:
She studied to be a Galean,
She watched out for the what would they say.
She abided by her father putting the breaks on
The danger of the poison,
Of bumping into some Don Juan.
She wants kisses in the corner,
Sex in the kitchen,
Gymnastics on the armchair,
Climbing like Jane from the curtains,
Undress herself in the office,
Dance on the mattress.
And celebrate that she is alive,
Exploding in liberty
To heal the wounds
With pure electricity,
With pure electricity.
She wants travels with backpack,
To dress like an assassin,
Kiss a rascal-wooer
Bleed with those flowers with thorn,
Celebrate the indiscipline
With an encouraging cheer.
And celebrate that she is alive,
Exploding in liberty
To heal the wounds
With pure electricity,
With pure electricity.
And recall that life
There is only one there isn't two.
To the body what it asks
And to the what would they say a goodbye.
And celebrate that she is alive,
Exploding in liberty
To heal the wounds
With pure electricity,
With pure electricity.
And celebrate that she is alive,
Exploding in liberty
To heal the wounds
With pure electricity,
With pure electricity.