Maid Matters Worse

A pressed opossum may faint and stink
But I am not what you think
No shrinking back, I'll attack
And leave you rung out in the sink

Look what you made
When maid matters worse
A crust of marmalade
And a brandied curse
Look what you made
The maid matters worse
Look what you made
Your daughters don't get paid
Your son's a smoking gun

Brown bodies wash with the surf
But the pale concerns the turf
One cage is locked on the block
But the other is bound by worth

Brown skin unwrapped
To sap the rapture
Maid matters worse
Stone sand and capture
Brown skin unwrapped
To map the rapture
Maid mattered worse
And deep uttered the curse

Maids mattered worse
And deep uttered the curse



Credits
Writer(s): James Garvin
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