You say you want to marry me

You say you want to marry me  
But it's on your terms only
Your the leader of the pack, the Simon, who commands
I am but a quiet rag doll to shut up and follow along  
Like a puppet who gave up it's rights for a play  
To not be suspended by a string  
Now I am at your beck and call  
You're the chief, the commander  
Who runs the enterprise ship  
I am but a child that succumbs to you  
To keep you company, do things your way as you see fit  
As long as i agree about your everything's  
Follow you like a robot, repeating back what you say  
As long as i dont share a different viewpoint  
As long as i dont need any special rights  
From what you measly give
As long as i dont talk back or argue back to you nothing
As long as i dont have a voice above yours...
What you already said and meant  
As long as i dont challenge your position  
Or position you to a challenge  
I'm your willing host-a trapped ghost  
You're ok if I follow behind silently and frustrated  
I'm suffering in the pain you intend to inflict  
Without my suffering heard by anyone  
Your ok if I let you abuse me, tease me
Play with my head, treat me like I'm misled  
Your ok if I have no outlit
But from which to be your personal slave  
Your ok
to go to the church service  
And hear the serman
And not listen to a single thing they say  
About loving your wife and partner even in strife  
Your ok without working on your self  
You have no faults of your own  
That you can name  
The game is to your advantage: Marriage  
It just goes your way...