Way up high above, live the gods and all they love

Down here upon the soil, live the men who work and toil

L-I-B-E-R-T, why I want my liberty

No I wont work this field, Ill just rise with sword and shield


Because I am a god cause I shoot fire from the palm of my hands

I am your love because your cheeks turn red when Im talking to you

N Here I am with a red dress on cause a even though that were getting along

You say its okay but you need a man 

That will love you more when hes holding your hand, Boy. 


Whoa, I still love you