We are Laundry Day and this is- One, two, three, four She's coming up to my door Five, six, seven, eight Count the freckles on her face Nine, ten, eleven, twelve I was nervous, she could tell So what the hell Kissing in the stairwell One, two, three, four She's coming up to my door Five, six, seven, eight Count the freckles on her face Nine, ten, eleven, twelve I was nervous, she could tell So what the hell Kissing in the stairwell