The Slave
Tom Waschkowski
[Verse 1]
In her life seems to be no beauty
She's an eight to five slave five days a week
She's always thinkin' bout
What to buy for your birthday
Using her spending money to get you what you need
[Chorus]
What was here crime
What was her punishment for
Why is it her, not I
[Verse 2]
She's on her knees scrubbin'
Flowered patches
She's walking 'round picking up my steps
She worries each day about my welfare
But keeps her troubles stored in her heart
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Seems to me her songs
Have been sung before
Maybe she doesn't consider it a crime at all
And maybe she likes doing it
Just for you
[Chorus] 2X