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