Insecticide mama
vapona strip lady
a leg-shaving drama
looking like she's made it
into that shiny league
no longer besieged
vacuum-cleaner love
Hilton lobby sweetheart
all lady Macbeth dreamed of
a perfect fit for the part
waif of whitest linen
with little love of sin and
it don't pay to be dirty
it don't pay to be bold
if you wanna be worthy
of growing peacefully old
detergent dame living
that sad soapsud life
the impression she's giving
is of god's own little wife
that immaculate whore
on that mirror-like floor
shiny as the tabernacle
the holy ghost would break his nails
he'd slink off rather than tackle
her highgloss polished holy grail
oh she's rinsed, oh she's waxed
but she'll never be relaxed
refr.
1980.
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