They Call It Love

You want me to be pretty

Want me to fill your cup

Want me to be all them things

And then you call it, you call it love

A woman should be a no man's prize

Running wild and strong

But every time I rise

You tell me I, I am wrong

How many women shall this dream come to pass

So much religion

And yet so little love

Just take it from me

They just wanna be free

Just wanna be free

You want me to be humble

A woman sweet and neat

Feelings make you crumble, girl

And sharing them is greed

They want you to be young and tight

Old is a man's right

Implications growing stronger

Don't tell me this is love

How many women shall this dream come to pass

And so much religion

And yet so little love

How many women shall this dream come to pass

So much religion

And yet so little love

Just take it from me

They just wanna be free

I just wanna be free

I just wanna be free

They just wanna be free

I just want to

They just want to

I just wanna be free

They just want to

I just want to

They just want to

And I just wanna be free

I just wanna be