Song | Laundromat |
Artist | Bombadil |
Album | All That The Rain Promises |
The next time I am at the laundromat | |
I’m gonna talk to her | |
And the next time I talk to her | |
I’m gonna ask her out | |
The soap is old the dry is cold and I cannot fold | |
My socks in knots as the quarters drop and I’m stuck in parking lots | |
As I listen to the machines go ‘round | |
The next time I am at the laundromat I’m gonna call my dad | |
And the next time I call my dad I will apologize | |
The snack machine is stuck between the TV and magazines | |
That talk about our self-doubt and the things we can’t live without | |
As I listen to the machines go ‘round | |
I’ve been waitin’ after weekend after weekend after |
The next time I am at the laundromat | |
I' m gonna talk to her | |
And the next time I talk to her | |
I' m gonna ask her out | |
The soap is old the dry is cold and I cannot fold | |
My socks in knots as the quarters drop and I' m stuck in parking lots | |
As I listen to the machines go ' round | |
The next time I am at the laundromat I' m gonna call my dad | |
And the next time I call my dad I will apologize | |
The snack machine is stuck between the TV and magazines | |
That talk about our selfdoubt and the things we can' t live without | |
As I listen to the machines go ' round | |
I' ve been waitin' after weekend after weekend after |