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He takes the laundry from the trunk
And she goes to get change
He loads the clothes into machines
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 and obscene
Waiting for the clothes to get clean
Waiting for the clothes to get clean
She's waving by the window
So he can help her fold
And he crushes out his 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?"
There shining through her window
The brightest moon she's ever seen
Waiting for the clothes to get clean
Waiting for the clothes to get clean