Playing the Role of Your Butler

Look at me, here's my lament I work for peanuts, not a cent Wonder where the money went? Couldn't tell you, all is spent Every day I work a job That I hate, he's such a snob Has a lifestyle of hobnob All I do is sit and sob Not just him, I hate his world Not so fair to be this girl Wanted just to be his pearl "Marry rich, give it a whirl" At first I found in it some joy My fun and somewhat gallant boy But soon found I was just a toy To show off to the hoi polloi Rich man's love, or just a slave? Must obey, he misbehaves Think I loved his aftershave I'm alone, stuck in his cave From his world I need to flee "It isn't you, it must be me" Cannot wait, oh, to be free Princess, yes, but he's the pea