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Thought that I, was doing good |
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I made her laugh, a little woodenly |
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She said, "You strike me, as somebody, whose four loads behind in the washing, need a little wifey" |
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Well I went home, to draw the line |
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To cut to the chase counted it up |
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Well she was right.. |
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One in the twin tub, two in the basket, one on the floor still waiting to be asked in |
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I met her again, her laugh no less wooden |
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She varnished on a smile like something bad had just happened |
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In fact it had, I found out much later |
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Now she was listening, if not just slightly listing |
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I told her she was right, twin tub and basket, two on the floor just waiting to be asked in |
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But I'd been busy, worked out on a mangle |
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To my suprise she said, you I could handle |
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Things sometimes work out |
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It all comes out in the wash |
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But if it don't then theres no harm done (x2) |
