Don't you know through history
I'm the girl that goes girl that goes
Play for my sisters next
They need to have
Need to have their
No one knows how thirrsty you are
Trying to sell trying to sell
Cracked screen fixed
Selfie stick
I know the type we're looking for
I know them very, know them very
Ladies-Quotes-A-lot
Then leave them by
Leave them by
Time has come to put it down and pick it up again
Don't you know through history
I'm the girl that goes first,
So I'll make this quick, for my sisters' next
And they need to have their stories heard.
But no one knows how thirsty you are trying to sell,
So start calling in sick, get your cracked screen fixed,
Lest you trip on your selfie stick.
Cause I know the type we're looking for,
I know them very well.
Just look for Ladies-Quotes-A-Lot,
Then leave them by themselves.
Cause the time has come to put it down and pick it up again
Let's start calling in sick, get our cracked screens fixed,
Gonna take right left to it ever so quick!
Freedom!
Sweet, sweet freedom.
It's a song about freedom!
Sweet, sweet freedom.
Desperdicias tu juicio con extravagancias,
Pero todo es resultado de las circunstancias.
Si te quejas de tu imagen demasiado,
Es ridiculo creer que todo está garantizado.
Realeza, grandeza por una eternidad.
Pobreza, tristeza por la celebridad.
Piensa, actúa, enfrenta la realidad:
¿Qué te hará cantar una canción sobre la libertad?
Freedom!
Sweet, sweet freedom.
It's a song about freedom!
Sweet, sweet freedom.
Don't send it all asunder,
It's the only thing left for you.
It's what you gotta think about before they take it from you.
Freedom!
Sweet, sweet freedom.
Send your selfies to the landlord,
That's the way you make him score.
Isn't anything worth fighting for,
Or are you just another whore?
Sit there every day taking pictures of your junk,
But what you got to say about the minimum wage?
Better earn that buck, better take it to the landlord.
Now it's time to check this party
Acting like a stuck up sorry
Spent though your secure deposit
And the landlord's there to fix your faucet.
Life goes by in someone's room your paycheck only knows
Let's take it to the landlord one last time
Cause you don't need the internet to know which way the
Wind blows.
Freedom!
Sweet, sweet freedom.
It's a song about freedom!
Sweet, sweet freedom.
Don't send it all asunder,
It's the only thing left for you.