You may be a king,

or just a common man.

Some high fashioned model

with a Hollywood tan.

It just don’t matter

who you think you are.

You’ll be a slave to love tonight.

You may wear a gun

and a badge for the FBI.

A Soho stripper,

or a Soviet spy.

You think you’re the devil,

but with those angel eyes

you’re just a slave to love tonight.

»Slave to Love«, aus Manœuvres, Greg Lake (1983)