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