washing me shine

we're staring at the washing machine
it says:
don't let the children play
in or on the washer

we turn our heads to the drying machine
it says:
perm-press, delicate
fluff with no heat

i don't know how my pants get clean
but i can't live without my cleaning machines

alright
that's right
you know it
honky-tonk
giddie 'em up
hot doggie
you're so fine
blow my mind
you're washing me shine




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