| Scrubber, scrubbin' floors
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| She’s lower than a whore
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| She’s a scrubber, she is damned
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| But she won’t have any men
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| Scrub, scrub, scrubbin' floors
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| Lower than a whore
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| Scrubber, yes it’s true
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| She’s feeling kind of blue
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| She’s a dirty little wretch
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| Like a dog tell her to fetch
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| Scrub, scrub, scrubbin' floors
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| Lower than a whore
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| Scrub cinders from the grate
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| Scrub them from dawn to Eight
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| She cries by her mother’s grave
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| No time to misbehave
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| Scrub, scrub, scrub the floor
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| Lower than a whore
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| Scrub scrub
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| Scrub scrub |