I was a high school senior
She was a clothes cleaner
She washed my blue jeans, my blue jeans
In a washing machine
She had long, blonde hair
Kinda like a p**n queen
Kinda like Jenna Jameson
At a poetry reading
Oh, yeah...
She kept her clothes on, clothes on
She kept my coat clean
She washed my blue jeans, my blue jeans
In a washing machine
She was a born-again christian
She said and we was crestin'
She would not let me ---- her
Unless I put on a rubber
Oh, no
A washin', a washin', a washin' machine
Loaded, and loaded, and loaded with clean
Long blonde hair
And lovers in spring
Hygiene
Protein
Everyone is seventeen
High school seniors in a daydream
Masterbating with vasoline, ok
It's only funny, not b**hin'
It's only colored with rich emotion
It's only colored with rich emotion
It was a washing machine