I remember it was that Wednesday
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Oh when it rained and it rained
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They traipsed mud all over the house
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It took hours and hours to scrub it out
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All over the hall carpet
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I took my mop and bucket
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And I cleaned and I cleaned
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The kitchen floor
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Until it sparkled
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Then I took my laundry basket
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And put the linen all in it
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And everything I could fit in it
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And all our dirty clothes that hadn't gone into the wash
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And all your shirts and jeans and things
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And put them in the new washing machine
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Washing machine
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Washing machine
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I watched them go 'round and 'round
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My blouse wrapping itself in your trousers
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Oh the waves are going out
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My skirt floating up around my waist
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As I wade out into the surf
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Oh and the waves are coming in
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Oh and the waves are going out
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Oh and you're standing right behind me
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Little fish swim between my legs
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Oh and the waves are coming in
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Oh and the waves are going out
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Oh and the waves are coming in
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Out of the corner of my eye
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I think I see you standing outside
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But it's just your shirt
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Hanging on the washing line
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Waving its arm as the wind blows by
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And it looks so alive
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Nice and white
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Just like its climbed right out
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Of my washing machine
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Washing machine
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Washing machine
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Slooshy sloshy slooshy sloshy
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Get that dirty shirty clean
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Slooshy sloshy slooshy sloshy
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Make those cuffs and collars gleam
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Everything clean and shiny
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Washing machine
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Washing machine
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Washing machine
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Mrs. Bartolozzi
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| Kate Bush |
