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

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