It’s been too long since I kicked up my heels,

And it’s been too long since I knew how freedom feels,

And it’s been too long since I thought for myself

‘Bout love. . .

It’s been too long that I had to hold my tongue,

And it’s been too long since all my chimes were rung,

And it’s been too long that my man came up short

On love. . .

(Bridge) Here’s what’s not conducive, that he was abusive,

And how he made me feel so small,

When he left me weepin’, he left me grimly reapin’

The truth that I just don’t need him at all, 

No, I don’t need him at all. . . 

It’s been too long that I was in a jail,

And it’s been too long that the jailer was a male,

And it’s been long that I always had to plead

For love. . . .

(Bridge) I’m tired of heartache, I’m tired of grief,

I’m gonna turn over a brand-new leaf,

I’m gonna get myself a brand-new pal,

And, Lord, who knows? It just might [even] be a gal!

It’s been too long since I kicked up my heels,

And it’s been too long since I knew how freedom feels,

And it’s been too long since I really had a voice,

I really had a voice, I really had a choice,

Now I can rejoice, I finally can rejoice!

So here’s my declaration to love:

It’s been too long!

© Duncan Christy