A smile might do some sweeping
a kind word some dusting
a laugh a bit of vacuuming
but this ain’t no regular cleaning lady
To remove deep-seated worries
unworthy thoughts the buildup of filthy lies
takes a mad washerwoman a calloused old
broad used to scrubbing on hands and knees
And with red eyes glaring her thick arms deliver
huge scouring strokes she’ll also add a
unique spit polish and bring you back
to your original gleaming radiance
No, Love ain’t your typical
sweet old housekeeper
she’ll even climb ladders to clean
the windows of your soul
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