I do the things you want me too
And try to please you when I do
But if I don't do things your way
Then what I've done is not OK

I know you love me when you cry
"Hurry! get me some water before I die"
So I run a distance to do the chore
When drink was right there by your door

There's first one thing,then another
That gives my leasure such a bother
If I was free to have what I don't
A slave would be what I would want

Come this Sunday I'm going on vacation
Taking a litte trip for some relaxation
Found out your're packing to come with me
Think I'll go sky-diving out over the sea

But now after all is said and done
I would really miss my love one
If she was'nt mine to come first
To honor and obey for better or worse