Maid for Pleasure The Damned

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