Get Outta the Dryer Tiffany!
Since my youngest daughter was a little girl
Her spot to hide was in the dryer
I keep telling her
Your gonna catch on fire!
Her, and her five siblings
Playing hide-n-seek
All through the house
Ten little feet would sneak
One in the shower
Another in a toy box
Two fighting for the same place
And one in the closet that locks
But Tiffany, where is she
Where could she be
Just laying in the dryer
No one could see
She's 16 now
What a sight to see
She just got in the dryer again
Yelling, "mom, look at me!"
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