I work in the laundromat
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The one that Suzzy Roche
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Does hers at
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I hate her guts
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She thinks I want her autograph
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She's got stinky crusty socks
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She's got underwear that shocks
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O what a pig, she's such a pig
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I'd like to stick a turd in her mailbox
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Some people really have a lot of nerve
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Everywhere they go they think they
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Should get served
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Everybody in the laundromat is equal
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Suzzy Roche
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She hands me a ten dollar bill
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Asks so sweetly if I will
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Give her some change
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I'd like to bang her head
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Against a windowsill
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She says the machine is broke
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The way she loaded that thing is a joke
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Broken machine, another broken machine
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Now I'd really like to cut her throat
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Some people. . .
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She decides that she's got to get out of there
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Other people waiting but she don't care
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Cycle is through, her cycle is through
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I took out her clothes and threw them everywhere
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Boy was she mad when she came back
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I said listen honey don't give me no flack
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Pick up your clothes, pick up your clothes
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And when she did I stuck a knife right through her back
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Some people. . .
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The Death Of Suzzy Roche
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| The Roches |
