Songtext zu 'Clean, Clean' von My First Earthquake

I, I, I only liked you for your thighs, thighs, thighs
I never stopped to realize, ize, ize
There was something between them

I, I, I don't mind to compromise, ise, ise
When it comes down to your size, size, size
Of sweater

Clean, clean, I got to keep it clean
Clean, clean, clean up that wet dream
Oh, I'll get the scrubbers
You get the mop flowing
And we'll go at it, oh

I, I, I hope that you don't mind, mind, mind
That key that you gave me in kind, kind, kind
I'm treating it like it's mine

Clean, clean, I got to keep it clean
Clean, clean, clean up that wet dream
Oh, I'll get the scrubbers
You get the mop flowing
And we'll go at it, oh

I, I, I want to be your kitchen slave, slave, slave
Longing only to shave, shave, shave
Your Parmesan
(My girl, my gun, she's the one with the son
Banging pots in the kitchen
My girl, my gun, she's the one with the son)

I, I, I can also trim your lawn, lawn, lawn
And when this song is done, done, done
I can trim you too.

Clean, clean, I got to keep it clean
Clean, clean, clean up that wet dream
Oh, I'll get the scrubbers
You get the mop flowing
And we'll go at it, oh