sway, sway — I'm the li-bra, li-bra, li-bra hey,

hey — I'm the li-bra dum, dum, da-dum — weigh it —

ho meeza meeza meezaan la ba li-bra, li-bra,

meezaan free ree raa roo, liberal kaman...

la la la ana horr ya insaan ana horr ya insaan

born across Thout and Paopi,

under the Scales of Ma'at —

where the heart is weighed against the Feather of Truth,

Anubis at the balance, Thoth recording the count —

and Venus of the Nile crowns him in beauty and grace.

the scales of the sky, the balance of the year —

Libra holds the measure of the heart.

same scales as the maiden, but a man who has to choose —

Egypt weighed the heart on Ma'at's gold,

nothin' left to lose

Thoth kept the record, Anubis held the beam, t

he truest court there was, the weighing of the dream Venus is his ruler — beauty, love and grace — the charmer, the diplomat,

the fair one in the place even Paris held the scales,

had to weigh the fair — the man who has to choose...

and the choosing's always there

he's the scales in the sky, weighing every side,

the peacemaker, the lover, with nothing left to hide

Venus in his smile, harmony his art —

the balance of the heavens...

the balance of the heart

sway, sway — I'm the li-bra... dum, dum, da-dum...

li-bra meeza meeza meezaan ana horr ya insaan

charmin' every room, the smoothest words in town,

diplomatic, easy, never lets the mood go down

loves beauty, loves art, the finest taste around,

romantic, hates to be alone,

wants love on solid ground sees it from all angles,

fair and kind and true, the friend who keeps the peace,

the one who gets you through

he's the scales in the sky, weighing every side,

the peacemaker, the lover,

with nothing left to hide Venus in his smile,

harmony his art — the balance of the heavens...

the balance of the heart

but he can't make the call — he weighs and weighs and weighs, keeps his options open, won't commit, delays avoids the hard talk, smooths it just to please, grass is greener, keeps on lookin' 'cross the seas flirts with every maybe, scared to pick a door... but hear it, ya — the scales were made to choose,

not to hover evermore so he takes a stand, he picks,

he finally commits — 'cause a man who never chooses...

never truly lives (and he rises:) ana horr ya insaan!

meeza meeza meezaan la ba li-bra, li-bra,

meezaan free ree raa roo, liberal kaman...

la la la ana horr ya insaan ana horr ya insaan ana horr ya insaan same scales as the maiden, a man who learned to choose,

Ma'at and Venus, and nothing left to lose weighing light and dark, holding every part — the balance of the heavens...

the balance of the heart (he finally chose...

and that's how he found his heart)

sway, sway... li-bra... meezaan... ana horr... ya insaan