She dances in these sheets at nights She dances to his needs She dances 'til he feels just right Until he falls asleep She dances in the sheets at night She dances, 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 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 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