Flower of the desert, they say
But where I'm running from, they take our flowers away
They take our hands in the name of their faith
I was born a woman, that's a price I've got to pay
Running through the desert, I left
Escaping from a life full of badness and pain
My hand is mine, that's all I wanna say
Nobody come and take my desires away
And now, I wanna let you know
This flower is free and nobody can tell me how to feel
Tell me when to kneel, tell me how to be
This flower is free
Somebody treat me like a child
Who is this man taking my hand?
I wanna play, I wanna fly
Somebody treat me like a child
Somebody treat me like a child
Who is this man taking my hand?
I wanna play, I wanna fly
Somebody treat me like a child
Flower of the desert, they say
But where I'm running from, they take our flowers away
They take our hands in the name of their faith
I was born a woman, that's a price I've got to pay
Running through the desert, I left
Escaping from a life full of badness and pain
My hand is mine, that's all I wanna say
Nobody come and take my desires away
And now, I wanna let you know
This flower is free and nobody can tell me how to feel
Tell me when to kneel, tell me how to be
This flower is free
Somebody treat me like a child
Who is this man taking my hand?
I wanna play, I wanna fly
Somebody treat me like a child
Somebody treat me like a child
Who is this man taking my hand?
I wanna play, I wanna fly
Somebody treat me like a child
Somebody treat me like a child
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