Laundry Day

I'm pulling the rug out, out from under your feet. You're going to regret that you didn't savor the sweet. And by the time you realize... Realize where you went wrong... By that time already, my scent will be gone. It will take you a moment, for it to gradually sink in. But like tomorrow... it'll come. And you will wonder where I've been. Where I've gone... But I'm leaving a dress behind. The one with the muddy foot print. So by the, "pulling the rug"... You will know what I meant.