Baby, they call it freedom, but it feels like rent, Every choice we’re given comes with fine print. So pour me a glass of that state-approved wine, We’ll slow dance in shackles, keep it all in line. You say “love me forever,” I say “sign here in blue,” They’re listening in, babe, but what else is new? Kisses like contracts, lips sealed in ink, We whisper about freedom, but we’re chained to the brink. Let’s negotiate our love with the lords of control, Spin their red tape into rhythm, pay the toll. If passion’s a crime, then we’ll plea for parole We’re inked in the margins of stories untold They charge us for silence, they tax us for sound, Even love letters get metered, weighed, and bound. But darling, your heartbeat’s the one clause they missed, So we’ll rewrite the treaty every time we kiss. Bargain with the overlords, sing it sweet and sly, A rebel’s lullaby in a velvet tie. Two souls in defiance, where the laws go wrong. If they auction our future, we’ll outbid with song, Negotiate our love, stake our claim in the dark, Draft a bill of embraces, seal it with sparks. Our union’s the loophole, we’ll rewrite the clause. If freedom’s forbidden, then let’s love like outlaws 2025 Lyrics by Nikki H. / GenXDreams
