Next time I'll get a dishwasher
That's what she said.
The last words she spoke
That would echo in my head

Why can't I be content
To serve and protect
Protection I got
But service, was my debt

I simply can't say
Yes ma'am, straight faced
Unless a sir she see's in me
Hand in hand, no disgrace

But sometimes I wish,
A good servant was I...
As everyone seems to love
A willing slave, that's near by.