My late husband wasnít useless,

After all he mowed the lawn.

But when it came to loviní,

He never did nothiní but make me yawn.

One day Iím doiní laundry.

Sat on the washer as it started to whirl.

And when the load beneath me

Hit the spin cycle - that made me a happy girl.

Spin Cycle, Iím cominí clean.

Make me dirty, fulfil my dreams.

Tumble my buttons and shake my seams.

Iíve had my share of offers.

But no boyfriend I could trust

Like twelve wet flannel towels

As a guaranteed way to ease my lust.

Maybe you think itís dirty.

But isnít this the perfect place for that?

Rubbing my pretty Maytag

Is the only thing Ė that ever really skins my cat.

Spin Cycle, Iím cominí clean.

Make me dirty, fulfil my dreams.

Tumble my buttons and shake my seams.

Nothing against my species,

I like real people a lot.

Most times devices bore me.

But major appliances make me hot.

And thatís a lucky thing girls,

ĎCause if I waited for Prince Charming to come,

Iíd still be cold and dry, but

I got some quarters, and extra long agitation.

 

 

 

 

Donít need no man. (Donít need no man)

Donít need no toy. (Donít need no toy)

Iím a satisfied girl. (Sheís satisfied)

Iím telling ya, boy.

I just jump up on the washer and drop in the coins.

A good vibration starts in my loins Ė

I got the spin cycle, and that makes me a happy girl.




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