Zia Victoria - free spirit

Why are your clothes still on?
It's like a hundred twenty million degrees.
Wow, you're so nonchalant with your mouth dropped looking at me.
Cheetah in a cage, everybody's trying to tame me.
Acting so afraid of the way God made me.
Feminine rage in the 1880s. Chin up, lace tight, act like a lady.
I'm gonna jump straight down in the ocean.
I'm making love to the sun and the roses.
It's raining lights from above, can you feel it?
Free spirits. How?
I can be pretty and modest and well-kept.
And I can be sexy and crazy and direct.
I'm soft like a prayer, wild like the west.
I'm holding my cross close to my chest.