Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm,
mmmm
Takes the laundry from the trunk
She goes to get changed
Loads her clothes into ma chines
But she'll just rearrange
It's darks with darks and
whites with whites
She says for all to hear
So he goes to sit out in the car
To drink his can of beer
And he watches through the window
As she reads her magazine
Waiting for the clothes
to get clean
He sees a young man watching her
He's thumbing through a book
And he knows just what he's thinking
He can tell by that wild -eyed look
And he waits to see her notice
And he turns the radio down
She keeps reading about movie stars
And doesn't even look around
Yet he imagines them as lovers
Forbidden men have seen
Waiting for the clothes to get clean
Waiting for the clothes to get clean
Ooh, ooh, oo h
She's waving by the win dow
So he can help her fold
And he crushes out a cigarette
And steps in from the cold
And they're folding clothes in silence
As if there's nothing wrong
When they're driving
back home he says
What took so goddamn long
They're shining through a window
Brightest moon she's ever seen
Waiting for the clothes to get clean
Waiting for the claws to get clean
Oh, oh, oh, oh o, o, o, o, o, o,
o, o.
I know