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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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