Laundry

[Verse 1]
Clarissa's tarot reads
"Unto you, that's to me"
Some say it is alive
Sports fans are the worst kind
It's hot, a hundred and three
Cars in front of me
I'm just tryin' to do
Laundry

[Verse 2]
I'm stuck like a fly in wet glue
Swallow some Tide
And I am spewing dark blue
My guts feel stranger, warnin' sign
I guess I'm just doing fine

[Outro]
I'm doing laundry
I'm doing laundry
I'm doing laundry
I'm doing laundry
I'm doing laundry
I'm doing laundry
I'm doing laundry
I'm doing laundry