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