Laundry Girl, your eyes like apple trees, your voice like sprayed Febreeze
|
You had the cleanest dirty laundry that a Laundromat had ever seen
|
|
Laundry Girl, you said that I should read Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
|
Oh my love, please tell me were you real or just a dream?
|
|
It was 4:03 in a world asleep except for me
|
Alone in the Laundromat, the air too hot to breathe
|
The Tide was getting low, my pockets were drained
|
My socks were soaked, my colors all stained
|
Cycles agitating on, God damn, I needed some change
|
You walked right through the door
|
Laundry Girl, your eyes like apple trees, your voice like sprayed Febreeze
|
You had the cleanest dirty laundry that a Laundromat had ever seen
|
|
Oh, Laundry Girl, I'm stuck between this crumpled five and a coin machine
|
Your quarters breathe like minutes to my soul
|
|
You loaned me coins to dry my socks, I walked you home at 6:00
|
Your flip-flops flip-flopped, we made fun of Charlie Sheen
|
You said the Kids in the Hall was the best show of them all
|
I told you how wrong you were
|
You whirled around to make your case, to put me right back in my place
|
You held your laundry in your arms, it said I-mean-it on your face
|
And in my last clean shirt, I was completely off-guard
|
When Laundry Girl, you kissed me hard
|
|
[SOLO]
|
|
Beneath that stormy morning sky, those corny joggers jogging by
|
We stood like statues in the street, the traffic backing up for miles
|
Your heart was permanent pressed to mine, the streets were clean, the socks were dry
|
I held you like I'd lost and found you, hitching hikers had their guide
|
Our lips were heavens opened up, you fit like coffee to my cup
|
Through galaxies of apple trees, you were my first clean love
|
And in my last clean shirt, I turned around and you were gone
|
Oh I never got to say goodbye, oh oh
|
|
Laundry Girl, darlin' don't ya see that I found my place in the galaxy
|
Oh my love, please tell me were you real or just a dream?
|
Will somebody please tell me was she real or just a dream?
|
Laundry Girl, I love you from my socks to my pocket-T
|
Just a dream to me - Laundry Girl
|
|
-----------------
|
Laundry Girl
|
Ludo |