Quite Free

There's a boy I know so well He hides inside his padded cell And he can see That he will never be quite free He takes his time Steps carefully There's a girl I see sometimes She hides behind a dirty mind And she can see That she will never be quite free She takes her time Steps carefully Free to make your mind up Free to choose your fate Free to hold your hand up Free; don't leave me standing in the way 'Cause I like you And I'd like to Be free, be free, be free, be free