Red Bike - Wendy And Lisa

She always rides her red bike

Never wears her hair down

Until the ocean waves

She must’ve been a dancer

The way she throws her hands up

To greet the day

She lives on a hell’s bed

Covering blue bells

She must’ve been a flower

In her last life

The way she breathes the sunlight

And leaves the

I’m free

I’m free

I’m free

I’m free

One day she saw me

Staring lik a baby

Twoo of her golden eys

That’s when she winked back

Beared and assured that

We’ve had nine lives

Now I see her mirror

And I feel near her

Even though she’s gone

She left so much beauty like

Love in a box to carry me

On my way, on my way home

On my way home

I’m free

Yeah, I’m free

I’m free

I’m free

Free (Free me, free me)

Free (Free me, free me)

I’m free (Free me, free me)

I’m free (Free me, free me)

I’m free

Free

Yeah, I’m free (Free me, free me)

I’m free (Free me, free me)

Yeah, I’m

I’m free