Maid for Pleasure

High heels and a pretty bow get the job done nightly
 The apron hides a tortured soul as she cleans the place up nicely
 Tonight it's an ironing board and boots to shine up brightly
 Hard work and she pays the price to her mistress and quite rightly
 And she cleans and she scrubs
 And it never does seem to be enough
 Watch her on her knees
 Begging please, please, please, please
 Maid for pleasure
 Made for discipline
 Maid for pleasure
 She don't want to see him anymore
 She don't want to be him anymore
 Hard pressed with a list of chores - can't go any faster
 Slack off and she'll soon be sore, so says her lady-master
 High-flyer in a different world, but here's she's known as Martha
 Cross-dresser in a uniform and happy ever after
 And she cleans and she scrubs
 And it never does seem to be enough
 Watch her on her knees
 Begging please, please, please, please
 Maid for pleasure
 Made for discipline
 Maid for pleasure
 She don't want to see him anymore
 She don't want to be him anymore
 And she cleans, and she scrubs
 And it never does seem to be enough
 Watch her on her knees
 Begging please, please, please, please
 Maid for pleasure
 Made for discipline