Slave To Love (Paris Fashion Week - Barbara Bui - fall winter 2012\2013)
Tell her I'll be waiting in the usual place With the tired and weary, and there's no escape To need a woman you've got to know How the strong get weak and the rich get poor
Slave to love, slave to love Slave to love, oh oh, slave to love
When you're running with me don't touch the ground We're the restless hearted, not the chained and bound And the sky is burning, the sea of flame Though your world is changing I will be the same
Slave to love, slave to love Slave to love, oh oh, slave to love Slave to love, slave to love Slave to love And I can't escape, I'm a slave to love
Can you help me? Can you help me?
The storm is breaking or so it seems We're too young to reason, too grown up to dream Now spring is turning, your face to mine I can hear your laughter I can see your smile
Slave to love, na na na na Slave to love, na na na na Slave to love And I can't escape I'm a slave to love
Slave to love, na na na na Slave to love, na na na na Slave to love And I can't escape, I'm a slave to love
Na na na na Slave to love, na na na na Slave to love And I can't escape, I'm a slave to love