The only thing left for free,
Is a high right hand turn where you’ll see,
The corner of 1st & 3.
A woman shouts, “You lookin at me?
Stop your glarin, I’m not for free,
Do I want you to want me, love you to love me?”

The only thing left for free,
Is the barstool next to Big Lee,
In a joint on Long Island serving proud tea.
A woman shouts, “Buy a drink for me?
Stop your starin, I’m a dime a dozen you’ll see,
In your nice shoes and shirt, come on home with me?”

The only thing left for free,
Is a smile, hi, hello, you’re you & I’m me,
I’m fine, you’re well, walk along with me.
A woman shouts, "You holding the door for me?
Stop the sharin’ and carin’, I’m a woman set free
I’m not helpless, beggin’ a friend; you feelin’ me?

The only thing left for free,
Is the right to love and hold one heart’s key,
Partner up, fall in love and maybe down upon a knee.
A woman shouts, "You cryin’ to marry me?
First prove to me, my dyin’ history won’t be,
The reason you flee back around, 1st & 3.