Slave to the Rhythm

She dances in the sheets at nights,
She dances to his needs,
She dances 'til he feels just right
Until he falls asleep.
She dances at the crack of dawn
And quickly cooks his food,
She can't be late, can't take too long,
The kids must get to school.
She's a slave to the rhythm,
She's a slave to the rhythm of,
She's a slave to the rhythm,
A slave to the rhythm of,
The rhythm of love, the rhythm of love.
She dances for the man at work
Who works her overtime,
She can't be rude as she says,
"Sir, 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's a slave to the rhythm,
She's a slave to the rhythm of,
She's a slave to the rhythm,
A slave to the rhythm of,
The rhythm of love, the rhythm of love.
She works so hard, just to make a 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 dance she did, he did not quit
As she ran out the door.
She danced through the night in fear of her life,
She danced to a beat of her own,
She let out a cry and swallowed her pride,
She knew she was needed back home, home.
She's a slave to the rhythm,
She's a slave to the rhythm of,
She's a slave to the rhythm,
A slave to the rhythm of,
The rhythm of love, the rhythm of love.