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 Maid for pleasure Made for discipline Maid for pleasure Made for discipline Maid for pleasure Made for disciplineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
