I am a prisoner in this dark place
I am a prisoner in the dark places of this house
And my master comes by every once in a while
Yes, my master comes by and he feeds my mouth
He is a good man
You don't know him like I know him
And I'm his good little girl
I am a prisoner down in the basement of this house
And I wouldn't trade it
Not for all the world
I wouldn't trade it for all the world

I got a window I can look out and see the light
I got a window, to a set of concrete stairs
And I can hear footsteps
All the people on the street
Sometimes I get to thinking life is so unfair
But I am a weakling, honey
And I can't survive out there
With nobody round to tell me how to be
I am a prisoner, I can't make it on my own
And I'm so glad my master takes good care of me
So glad he takes good care of me