Tugging at my sleeves, contorting my body
Polyester and bleach, your calling me naughty
Rip me at the seams because I feel bossy
It's a neuro-release, it's called somatic laundry
It's the way that you spin me, it gets to my head
Fold me up and forgive me, hang me up by a thread
Here, the static is busy, so you shocked me instead
No, don't give me your pity, sheets belong on the bed
Soak me in your bath, sedate me with your suds
Pushing one and a half until the load is all done
It's a steady cycle and the colors, they bleed
You can cleanse my fibers, every cell of my being
It's the way that you spin me, it gets to my head
Fold me up and forgive me, hang me up by a thread
Here, the static is busy, so you shocked me instead
No, don't give me your pity, sheets belong on the bed
