slave to the rhythm..the rhythm of love.!

 She dances in the sheets at night, she dances to his needs, she dances 'til he feels just right until he fall asleep..

She dances at the crack of dawn and quickly cooks the food..she cant be late, can't take so long..the kids must get to school.

She dances for the man at work who works her overtime..she can't be rude as she says "i must be home tonight".

She dances to the kitchen stove, dinner is served by nine..

He says his food's an hour late, she must be outta her mind.

She works so hard just to make her way, for a man who just don't appreciate.

and though he takes her love in vain

still she could not stop, couldn't break his chains.

She danced the night that they fell out,

she swore she'd dance no more 

but then she did, he did not quit as she ran out of the door..

she danced  through the night in fear of life, she danced to the beat of her own.

She let out cry and swallowed her pride

she knew she was needed back home..

She was the slave to the rhythm, the rhythm of love.!