prisioner of love

Connie Francis

Alone from night to night youââ?¬â?¢ll find me,
Too weak to break the chains that bind me,
I need no shackles to remind me,
Iââ?¬â?¢m just a prisoner of love!

For one command I stand and wait now,
From one whoââ?¬â?¢s master of my fate now,
I canââ?¬â?¢t escape for its too late now,
Iââ?¬â?¢m just a prisoner of love!

Whatââ?¬â?¢s the good of my caring,
If someone is sharing those arms with me!
Although he has another,
I canââ?¬â?¢t have another, for Iââ?¬â?¢m not free!

Heââ?¬â?¢s in my dreams awake or sleeping,
Upon my knees to him Iââ?¬â?¢m creeping,
My very life is in him keeping,
Iââ?¬â?¢m just a prisoner of love . . .

Whatââ?¬â?¢s the good of my caring,
If someone is sharing those arms with me!
Although he has another,
I canââ?¬â?¢t have another, for Iââ?¬â?¢m not free!

Heââ?¬â?¢s in my dreams awake or sleeping,
Upon my knees to him Iââ?¬â?¢m creeping,
My very life is in him keeping,
Iââ?¬â?¢m just a prisoner of love . . .