time to do the laundry
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search your room for any dirty clothes
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this week's load is really smelly
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you might want to put a clothespin on your nose
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i check underneath the bed and dresser
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for fallen change
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while mom rubs the detergent into
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the grubby stains
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put the pile in the purple laundry bag that dad
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gave mom for her birthday years ago
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even though that bag is full of holes
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mama lifts it up and just like santa claus
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goes out the door
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i'm the helping elf i pick up socks and underwear
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that might have fallen on the floor
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down the stairs to the sidewalk 'round the corner
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and we're there
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to our very own favorite laundromat
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where they like us 'cause we keep coming back
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the laundry, mom and me
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tweedledum and tweedle dee dee
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it's always much more fun
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than we think it's gonna be
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i get to put the quarters in the washers
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and the dryers too
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instead of waiting there we go do other chores
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we simply have to do
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and when it's done we never fold the clean clothes
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at the laundromat
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we bring the whole thing back home
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where we fold in peace
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together all alone
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the laundry, mom and me
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tweedledum and tweedle dee dee
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it's always much more fun
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than we think it's gonna be
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The Laundry
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The Roches |