Mrs. Bartolozzi

I remember it was that Wednesday
Oh, when it rained and it rained
They traipsed mud all over the house
It took hours and hours to scrub it out
All over the hall carpet
I took my mop and my bucket
And I cleaned and I cleaned
The kitchen floor until it sparkled

Then I took my laundry basket
Put all the linen in it
And everything I could fit in it
All our dirty clothes
That hadn't gone into the wash
And all your shirts
And jeans and things
And put them in the new

Washing machine

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Washing machine

I watched them going 'round and 'round
My blouse wrapping itself around your trousers
Oh, and the waves are going out
My skirt floating up around my waist
As I wade out into the surf

Oh, and the waves are coming in
Oh, and the waves are going out
Oh, and you're standing right behind me
Little fish swim between my legs
Oh, and the waves are coming in
Oh, and the waves are going out
Oh, and the waves are coming in
Out of the corner of my eye

I think, I see you standing outside
But it's just your shirt, hanging on the washing line
Waving its arm as the wind blows by
And it looks so alive
Nice and white
Just like it's climbed
Right out of my

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Slooshy sloshy-slooshy sloshy
Get that dirty shirty clean
Slooshy sloshy-slooshy sloshy
Make those cuffs and collars gleam
Everything clean and shiny

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