When I am waiting
To my opinion,
I keep praying
that it don't cost me
a million dollars of my time
buying you all kinds of luxury
to suit your style
Making me your punching bag
that walks lonely along
Long lest me crying and breaking
my heart, breaking my soul
Breaking my everything
for your love,
you keep breaking my soul
Babe, tearing it
into tiny little pieces
Tonight and every night
I am the slave of your passion You tie me up with your problems,
shake me down like a slave on a leash
Making me feel so abused,
so misused
Just another victim in your wild and crazy plan called life
Breaking my heart,
breaking my soul Breaking my soul,
breaking my everything for you
Breaking my heart,
breaking my soul
Breaking my everything for you