You say I am your master and you are my slave,
You say that i should decide and forget what you think.
You are an independent soul and although our love binds us,
You are dependent on what I want you to do.
What is that called? Why do some girls do that?
Can't you see that i am different from the rest?
All I have are questions right now which need not answered,
Why do you put me in this pisition?
Can't you see that I love you more then i love myself?
Can't you hear my heart crying for you?
Can't you feel my dying breaths mummering your name?
Can't you taste the tears that I am sheading for you?
You are my master, and I am your slave,
You have my heart, my soul, my body tied together.
You alone hold the key's to my very existance,
Why then do you toss it to me?
When I see your face, I bow down.
When I hear your voice, I tremble.
When I feel you in my arms, I can't breath.
And when I kiss your lips, I died and went to heaven.
Please baby, I'm begging you,
Let us both be the masters and the slaves.
Let us both be one with each other in love,
Let us both be one within our souls.
As long as your sweet heart keeps beating true,
My heart will always cry out "I love you."