She dances for the man at home
She works for him all the time
She never rude, as she tells him
“I’m dancing to this rhyme”
She dances at the crack of dawn
And music brings her mood
She can’t be late, can’t take too long
He’s looking at her, so shrewd
She dances at the kitchen stove
Dinner is served by nine
He says “this foods an hour late,
She must be out her mind…”
She dances at the party night
She dances to her needs
She dances ’til she feels just right
She dressed in widows weeds!
She works so hard, she depreciate
For the man who just don’t appreciate
And though he takes her love in vein
She just could not stop, goes and breaks his name
She danced the night that they fell out
She swore she’d dance no more
But then she did, she did not quit
And she danced right out the door!
She danced through the night
The night was her life
She danced to the beat of her own
Then she learned how to cry
And she made us stand by
Because she knew she was needed back home,
Cuz’ she’s a slave,
She’s a slave,
She’s a slave, to the rhythm of home
Cuz’ she’s a slave,
She’s a slave,
She’s a slave, and she’s not fearsome
Is this one of yours? Nice! Switch on “Garageband”, I can hear a song coming!!! :-)