Take your job and you take your pay Go down the same staircase every day The #9 bus, then the subway Come back home and do it all again 6'3” and basketball scars Got your dreams but just a penny jar So you live for your days off that are so short And don't you wonder what it's all for? But I know you got more Statistics never tell the whole score And I'm banging on your door ‘Cause you found a way to my heart You got me Feeling free In the middle of a concrete jungle Baby, it's a miracle to me You got me To really see We ain't so stuck We got more than what you see Put you in a box so they know what you're about The city's in a grid, so go figure it out Freedom to choose— but don't you go out of the lines It's hard for a shaky hand when you're painting all the time! That's the part of it that I can't stand I chose you just for who you are, despite all their demands I'm tired of the things that box us in ‘Cause what we make together, baby, is a perfect combination And I know you got more Statistics never tell the whole score And I'm banging on your door ‘Cause you found a way to my heart! You got me Feeling free In the middle of a concrete jungle Baby, it's a miracle to me You got me To really see We ain't so stuck We got more than what you-- Oh you do, you do, you do In the middle of a concrete jungle, baby, it's a miracle Yeah, feelin, feelin' free We ain't so stuck we got more than what you see (really got this thing for you, baby Really got it bad! They wanna know in twenty words or less But all I know is that it's something I gotta have!) You got me Feeling free…