They don’t control me.
They don’t use my eyes to see.
This is my life. My count. Third strike, and I’m out.
Not under this pressure, not under this stress, not under this big, emotional mess.
I have my own mind, my own kind, my own reasons to be.
We’ll kiss when I’m ready, to keep this relationship steady.
Because I’m not your average girl.
I gotta fly and let my wings unfurl.
If you really,really want me…
You can pay this fine…

Because these lips were never’ free.