I gotta girlfriend, she goes to art school. I gotta art school girlfriend yeah. I gotta girlfriend, she gotta girlfriend. We gotta girlfriend, she gotta go.
And so I know, it's begun again. Never be the same, and with that I said. Never ever be this way again. Hold on 'til the end (campfire girls make me feel alright).
Freedom, the naked power, weakened by the ages. Raped but not forgotten, all its supple secrets. Gods and liberations, those that try to use it. Are those that try to sheath it, wide awake.