I sit and watch him clean the wall,
dust the units and vacuum the floors,
his body glistening with the sweat of working hard,
hmm I think next he can do the yard.
A smile on my face,
a whistle as he goes,
how I love to watch him clean,
without any clothes.
I am the envy of every household,
well, so I have been told,
a naked cleaner all of my own,
well, I don't want to lower the tone.
So here I am,
and there he is,
I could go give, that butt a squeeze,
but he is working oh so hard,
cleaning up all of my mess,
I think I might go get out this dress?
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