Lyrics:
was a laundry starcher
At three-and-six a day.
Oh think of me! Oh think of me!
She mournfully did say,
When you are in a foreign land,
Three thousand
the laundry, queen ballistic, mangy face with the messed up lipstick
My thing is blacked out loco, smoke and tears, now take my photo
She's the kinda girl
the flood, people judge
They did the same thing to Noah
Everybody wanted Yandhi
Then Jesus Christ did the laundry
They say the week start on Monday
But
And you know you caused it still you won't pay their laundry bill
Little darlin' I'm sick and tired of you.
Instrumental
Oh I hope you're satisfied
get her own money
Gave it to her yesterday while she was doin' laundry
Favorite toy of mine is my lil bunny
Bow legged and glasses, such a real woman
hella whack
And he don't stack it like Rockie stacks
Seen more clothes than a laundry man
More whips then Kunta back
Like racism, I'mma be around
I'm reminded how to find the stairs
Nickel and dimin', think, it's time to play some musical chairs
Dirty laundry, what a quandary, ask her if she
your laundry and your cooking too
What more for a woman could a man like me do
You're bugging me
Yeah, yeah, you're crackin up
I spoiled you woman,
of year
We missed the church bell's chime
It's harvest time
At a quarter to two I kick off my boots
In the laundry room,
We'll start it all over
out there but wheat fields anyway
Just a farmer's wife hanging laundry in her back yard
Out on the prairie where the winds blow long and hard
This hotel room got a lot of stuff
A laundry bag and a shoe shine cloth
Thirty-two hangers and a touch-tone phone
Well a light that comes on when
on the laundry mat
Folding your clothes by the dryer, my drawers is wet
So you passed me a Bounce, one fell when I bend down
And got up, you start tonguing me
you got an army
Dirty money in the laundry, don't ask why, I got my reasons
I puff that Bob Marley, might hit you with the Tommy
You can catch me in
This is your life
You've got problems with your wife
She once made you mashed potatoes
Now she gives you Minute Rice
And she used to do your laundry
mouth shut tight
And now I think I still can smell you on me
Even after doing laundry
But it might be in my head
And would you still stay mad at me
find a hero,
coz i've been doing,
all of this clothing,
and i've been doing your
DIRTY LAUNDRY!
And is it time to cut my hair again,
because i think
(Slander!)
Dish the dirt!
(Libel!)
Dirty laundry, tittle tattle!
But we'll never let him down!
GRISWOLD:
Blind to his faults, to a degree
No one more
Sashay
I'm wearing nothing but my lingerie
It's all I've got 'til I do laundry
I've got an audience of none
The night has only just begun
What's up
hard
That shit just made me think so hard
I couldn't sleep a wink
Washed my red flags with my white flags and now all my laundry's pink
I'm petty
to lift my drop
Too many haters in my ear, is they fags or what?
Washing all my money laundry bags of knots
On my way to the top, can't stop for
We'll carry our laundry
Across this damn country
Living solely on pretzels
And bloody marys
It's not gonna break
It's not gonna break, no way
it was quite an event
it was so sudden
it happened in a book store
i got the runs in my pants
i'd gotta go to the laundry
next door
nasty smell came
like seh you start sprint
When yuh brace up yuh pussy pon me, yeah
Open your feet, yeah, me nuh smell nothing
Unda you clean like clean laundry
Brand
get yourself another man.
I've got a gal workin' in this laundry, one in a grocery store.
One up and down this street, she ain't got change in clothes.
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