Laundry Girl, your like apple trees voice like sprayed Febreeze You had the cleanest dirty That a Laundromat had seen
Laundry Girl, you that I should read Hitchhikers to the Galaxy Oh my love, please me Were you real or just a
It was 4:03 in a world for me Alone in the The air too hot to
The was getting low My pockets drained My were soaked My all stained
Cycles on Goddamn, I needed some You walked right the door
Laundry Girl, your like apple trees Your voice sprayed Febreeze You had the cleanest laundry a Laundromat had ever seen
Oh, Laundry Girl, I'm stuck This crumpled five and a coin quarters breathe Like minutes to my
You loaned me coins to dry my I you home at 6 o'clock Your flip-flops We made fun of Sheen
You said the in the Hall Was the show of them all I told you how wrong you
You whirled around to make your To put me back in my place You held laundry in your arms It said I it on your face
And in my last clean I was off-guard When Laundry You me hard
Beneath stormy morning sky corny joggers jogging by We stood statues in the street The traffic up for miles
heart was permanent pressed to mine The streets clean, the socks were dry I held you I'd lost and found you hikers had their guide
Our lips were opened up You fit coffee to my cup galaxies of apple trees You were my first love
And in my clean shirt I turned around and you were Oh, I got to say goodbye, oh, oh
Laundry Girl, don't you see I found my place in the galaxy Oh my love, please me Were you real or just a
Will somebody please me Was she or just a dream? Girl, I love you From my to my pocket-T
Just a dream to me, Girl