Some people think I’m alone in my life
Heart broken and lonely and no love to share
But they’re wrong
They aren’t always aware of what my life is really like
Just down the hallway
In my guest room, piled on the bed....


Somewhere under my laundry
There’s a man
Sorting through all my undies
Trying on what he can

Somewhere ‘neath all the laundry
Still a man
Tied him up with my nylons
That’s when the darn things ran

If you refuse to wash the clothes
And hang them out where the wind blows – behind you…….
You’d better find another place
That suits you and your own weird taste
But I’m glad I found you

Somewhere under my laundry
There’s a man
He’s so warm and cozy
I do the best I can

Your faults are many, mine are too
The laundry can wait, I’m glad I found you