Amy Lavere - Washing Machine Lyrics
She walked in the park in the darkHer best friend was her own heartbeatWith every little step she'd takeShe'd get one step closer to leavingSitting in the kitchen at nightShe'd listen to the washing machineWishing that she could leaveBut there were so many loads to cleanShe could hear it in her head sometimesLike the change she's been saving in a jarAnd the chains on the front porch swingWere creaking like steps in the darkOne day soon, this is all gonna endOne day soon, maybe it will all beginShe veered from him all the timeShe was the best he'd ever seenStomping up and down the hallShe could still hear washing machineShe could hear it in her head sometimesLike the change she's been saving in a jarAnd the chains on the front porch swingWere creaking like steps in the darkOne day soon, this is all gonna endOne day soon, maybe it will all beginWhat a fine mess, a fine mess indeedA little too much for me, me and my washing machine
