Well I never thought it’d make it
In the Laundromat...
I never thought the colour
Would ever stay...
What I seem to wash these days
Has turned bright red...
The colours I seem to want
Well you know they fade away
To wash...it’s the only way
That I’ve ever known
An open machine has only one...
Minute...left
Even though some detergents
Are sometimes spiked with bleach...
Don’t freak...
The texture remains
Even after the colour fades
It’s so rare...an open machine
Is hard to get
We all chase for it
And many people scream
The timeless face of a middle aged
Woman...when her dryer breaks
Oh you know...the people keep coming
Even when they forget the softener
To wash...it’s the only way...
That I’ve ever known
An open machine has only one...
Minute...left
Even though some detergents
Are sometimes spiked with bleach...
Don’t freak...
The texture remains
Even after the colour fades
To wash...it’s the only way
That I’ve ever known
An open machine has only one...
Minute...left
Even though some detergents
Are sometimes spiked with bleach...
Don’t freak...
The texture remains
Even after the colour fades
Oh you know...the texture remains
Even after the colour fades
Oh the texture remains
Even after the colour...fades
