Laundry Girl, your eyes like trees Your like sprayed Febreeze You had the cleanest laundry That a had ever seen
Laundry Girl, you said that I should Guide to the Galaxy Oh my love, tell 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 tide was low My were drained My were soaked My all stained
Cycles on Goddamn, I needed some You walked right through the
Girl, your eyes like apple trees Your like sprayed Febreeze You had the cleanest dirty That a Laundromat had ever
Oh, Laundry Girl, I'm stuck This crumpled and a coin machine quarters breathe Like to my soul
You me coins to dry my socks I walked you home at 6 Your flip-flops We fun of Charlie Sheen
You the Kids in the Hall Was the best show of all I told you how wrong you
You whirled around to your case To put me back in my place You held your laundry in your It said I mean it on your
And in my last clean I was off-guard Laundry Girl You kissed me
that stormy morning sky Those corny jogging by We like statues in the street The backing up for miles
Your heart was pressed to mine The streets were clean, the socks dry I held you like I'd lost and you Hitching hikers had guide
Our lips were opened up You fit like to my cup Through galaxies of trees You were my first clean
And in my last shirt I turned and you were gone Oh, I got to say goodbye, oh, oh
Laundry Girl, don't you see That I my place in the galaxy Oh my love, please me you real or just a dream?
Will somebody please me Was she or just a dream? Laundry Girl, I you From my socks to my
Just a dream to me, Laundry