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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

We already have all the words of the songs that we have heard throughout our lives in our memory. We simply did not pay attention to them, but we all already hear them!

I noticed that when you learn a new word from a song that you have already heard before, you already know the translation of this word forever and you will never forget it!

I want to share this method with you. So, the scheme is as follows.

We find songs that we have already heard.

We add all unfamiliar words from them.

We pass mini tests of memory games. done

Now that you know a lot of words, you will very quickly come to know the whole language!

I bet you'll be surprised how effective this method is!)

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The Damned

Maid For Pleasure

 

Maid For Pleasure

(album: So, Who's Paranoid? - 2008)


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
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