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High heels and a pretty bow
Get the job done nightly
The apron hides a tortured soul
And 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 wife, 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
Made for pleasure
Made for discipline
Made for pleasure
She don't want to see him anymore
She don't want to be him anymore
Hot press with a list of chores
Can't go any faster
Slack off and you'll soon be sawed
So says her lady master
High flyer in a different world
But here 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
Made for pleasure
Made for discipline
Made for pleasure
She don't want to see him anymore
She don't want to be him anymore
Oh, from sex to disease
Oh, now, now, that comes about sex
From sex to disease
Comes about sex to disease
Comes about sex to disease
And you'll jump to the rhythm's beat
And the music will synchronize
For life to take you, aah, yeah
Oh, sex to disease
And she cleans
And she scrubs
And it never does seem to be enough
Watch her on her knees
Begging please, please, please, please
Made for pleasure
Made for discipline
Made for pleasure
Made for discipline
Made for pleasure
Made for discipline