The Folklords - The Slave lyrics

[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