Hey, Are You Done with that Dryer?

You better know when you’re swingin’ ’round the room
Looks like magic’s solely yours tonight

Heat hits my skin, reaching, catching tumbling fabric

Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Why’d you break it down when I’m not in the mood

Sharp metallic bites, feel for denim seams instead

Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Rather be home with the one in bed till dawn with you

Tossing sheets overhead, folding corners-to-corners

You got so many colors make a blind man so confused
Then why can’t I keep up when you’re the only thing I lose?

Stacking on top of delicates, protected by pink mesh bags

My heart could take a chance but my two feet can’t find a way
You think that I could muster up a little soft shoe gentle sway

Towels, plush bordeaux, sinking into deep seaweed green

Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Rather be home with no one if I can’t get down with…