ghosty boy - laundry day lyrics
well i wake up in the morning
about a quarter to ten
and it’s laundry day
imma do my laundry, man
i’m sippin mocha
trip on over to the laundromat
but then my pulse stops
like the bomb just dropped
what do i see?
a girl
big blue eyes
beautiful down to her
black thigh highs
and i’m feeling freaky
so just for the h-ll of it
i ask her
“do you mix the roughs in with the delicates?”
she says
lily fawn:
“i like to mix it up
i slip the black knickers in with the furry cuffs
spin cycle all the things back into the basket”
“wow, you’re f-cked up,
but somewhat
i find it attractive”
now i always say the wrong thing
at just the wrong time
so i ask her
“could you help me format my hard drive?”
but who would of guessed
the b-tch said yes!
but before we go
could you tell me something i just don’t get?
why does freaky be funky be s-xy?
and why does s-xy be funky be freaky?
said i
show up to her house about a quarter to 8
got a pocket full of party favours
cause we’ll be up late
we’re strokin and stripping and making out
all the way on up to her room
now quiet on the set
while i set the mood
lit so many candles
it was like london 1666
her p-ssy cat is watchin while we pour the whisky mix
hit the lights, draw the drapes
press record on the camera
holy f-ck
her toybox is like a torture chamber
on the floor her tank top
and the black thigh highs
it took a half a f-cking hour
to get the things untied
i got my top hat, not certain what that’s for
but suddenly we hear a knock at the door
it’s like
“hey sis, i need to borrow your car”
hey yo, you like it where i’m going with the story so far?
so she invited her in
lovely!
the night can begin
oh good lord let the laundry spin
why does freaky be funky be s-xy?
because s-xy be funky be freaky
well why does s-xy be funky be freaky?
because freaky be funky be s-xy
wow.
oh god d-mn
good lord
i confess
freaky baby she ain’t faking man
we’re making a mess
the p-ssy cat knocking over the candles
and whoa!
“no, i don’t know
how the whisky bottle
ended up in your -sshole”
“but jesus christ,
this bed is on fire”
“i know”
“no, i mean for really f-cking real
the f-cking bed is on fire, yo!”
“who cares, don’t stop
we’re going all the way”
goddammit
i love laundry
i love laundry day
i’m thinking every day
could be laundry day
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