She dances in the sheets at night
 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
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 She's a slave to the rhythm
 She's a slave to the rhythm of
 She's a slave to the rhythm
 She's a slave to the rhythm of
 The rhythm of love, the rhythm of love

She dances for the man at work
 Who works her all the time
 She cant [bad word]  as she tells him
 "I must be home tonight"
 She dances to the kitchen stove
 Dinner is served by nine
 He says "this foods an hour late,
 She must be out her mind..."
 [bad word] 

She works so hard, just to make her way
 For a man who just don't appreciate
 And Though he takes her love in vein
 She just could not stop, (she) Goes and breaks his chain
 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 ran out the door
 She Danced through the night
 In fear of her life
 She danced to a beat of her own
 Then she learned how to cry
 and swallow the pride
 She knew she was needed back home
 'cause
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