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