The Weight of Washing Sheets
How sad I think of washing the bed sheets
When my partner holds me in his arms
Instead of kissing me he might well shout
Do I get more pleasure as I sleep
Dreaming of a Bendix and its charms~
How sad I think of washing the bed sheets
Even grown up men are seen to weep
Their lover wants a burglar to alarm
Instead of kissing her , he might well shriek
Even when it’s raining cats and sleet
Women hang their washing in the yard
How sad I think of washing all the sheets
When we marry we don’t know these weights
The world sits on our backs quite unadorned
Instead of kissing him,she might well shriek
Now romance cannot last, and love lies lame
Buying houses, babies, what to blame?
Women are still fraying mind and sheets
Instead of kissing lovers ,indiscreet
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