once in a house on a hill
a boy got angry
he broke into my heart
for a day and a night
i stayed beside him
until i had no hope
so i came down the hill
of course i was hurt
but then i started to think
it shouldn't hurt me to be free
it's what i really need
to pull myself together
but if it's so good being free
would you mind telling me
why i don't know what to do with myself
there's a bar by the dock
where i found myself
drinking with this man
he offered me a cigarette
and i accepted
'cause it's been a very long time
as it burned 'till the end
i thought of the boy
no one could ever forget
it shouldn't hurt me to be free
it's what i really need
to pull myself together
but if it's so good being free
would you mind telling me
why i don't know what to do with myself
to pull myself together
but if it's so good being free
would you mind telling me
why i don't know what to do with myself
to pull myself together
but if it's so good being free
would you mind telling me
why i don't know what to do with myself