| It’s finally happening to me
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| The thing I just had to believe
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| It will be seven years in June
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| I know my time is coming soon
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| I told her everything I know
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| I told her daddy where to go
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| I let her drink my mama’s wine
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| I never was allowed to shine
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| But hold on, just hold on, hold on, just hold on
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| She took me to her parents' faith
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| I stared their God right in the face
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| He asked me if I knew his name
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| «Mother,» I said without a shame
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| There’s something you should know right here
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| Might not be gay but sure am queer
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| We would be married in six weeks
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| I’m not afraid to say «defeat»
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| But hold on, just hold on, hold on, just hold on
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| (Hold on, just hold on)
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| Freedom is just another word
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| But words are for more than being heard
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| Wishing you good life and good health
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| I’ve got to go and be myself
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| It’s finally happening to me
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| The thing I was afraid to believe
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| It took me seven years to bloom
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| I knew my time was coming soon
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| But hold on, just hold on, hold on, just hold on
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| (Hold on, just hold on)
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| Hold on, just hold on, hold on, just hold on
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| (Hold on, just hold on)
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| Hold on |