Laundry Girl, your eyes like apple trees, your voice like sprayed Febreeze You had the cleanest dirty laundry that a Laundromat had ever seen
Laundry Girl, you said that I should read Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy Oh my love, please tell me were you real or just a dream?
It was 4:03 in a world asleep except for me Alone in the Laundromat, the air too hot to breathe The Tide was getting low, my pockets were drained My socks were soaked, my colors all stained Cycles agitating on, God damn, I needed some change You walked right through the door
Laundry Girl, your eyes like apple trees, your voice like sprayed Febreeze You had the cleanest dirty laundry that a Laundromat had ever seen
Oh, Laundry Girl, I'm stuck between this crumpled five and a coin machine Your quarters breathe like minutes to my soul
You loaned me coins to dry my socks, I walked you home at6:00 Your flip-flops flip-flopped, we made fun of Charlie Sheen You said the Kids in the Hall was the best show of them all I told you how wrong you were You whirled around to make your case, to put me right back in my place You held your laundry in your arms, it said I-mean-it on your face And in my last clean shirt, I was completely off-guard When Laundry Girl, you kissed me hard
Beneath that stormy morning sky, those corny joggers jogging by We stood like statues in the street, the traffic backing up for miles Your heart was permanent pressed to mine, the streets were clean, the socks were dry I held you like I'd lost and found you, hitching hikers had their guide Our lips were heavens opened up, you fit like coffee to my cup Through galaxies of apple trees, you were my first clean love And in my last clean shirt, I turned around and you were gone Oh I never got to say goodbye, oh oh
Laundry Girl, darlin' don't ya see that I found my place in the galaxy Oh my love, please tell me were you real or just a dream? Will somebody please tell me was she real or just a dream? Laundry Girl, I love you from my socks to my pocket-T Just a dream to me, Laundry Girl