Slave

It's a funny thing that I, I struggle to explain

That every time I look at you

There's something that I crave

But I know there's nothing that I'd change

That I'd change

There's many thoughts and feelings, babe

Blood rushing through my brain

So many things I want to say through every tune I play

But I know that I, I, baby, I won't be your slave

Be your slave

Your love is like a shower, babe, it's hot and cold you see

That I'd give anything, my dear, just to see you smile at me

'Cause your so, you're so beautiful to me

'Ful to me

It's hard to contemplate the fact that I'll never be with you

If you could only understand why I do the things I do

But you don't, no, so I, I,  baby, baby, I won't be your slave

Be your slave

And I won't be your slave

And I won't be your slave

And I won't be your slave

And I won't be your slave

And I won't be your slave

And I won't be your slave