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Dirty Dishes
Something is in the kitchen.
And I'll bet you know it isn't a hen.
Well perhaps it could be a hen.
Resting safely in the freezer, waiting to be cooked and served at ten.
But no it's not a hen, although it could of been.
I had already said that, so maybe we should take a look within.
What do I see in my kitchen?
I see a stove, a refrigerator, a deep freezer, cabinents, and dirty dishes.
If I could wish a wish, it would be that someone else would love to wash the dishes.
Dirty dishes, half-swept floor, what can I do?
Well, the dishes they must be washed, the floor must done. Perhaps I could leave this for you?
No, that's not right, I should not leave a mess for you.
But then neither should you leave a mess for me to unglue.
Dishes, and more dishes, I think I should like so much to have a helping hand.
So many dishes, so few wishing to lend a helping hand.
Perhaps I should go on strike? Perhaps, but would it matter anyway.
The dirty dishes they reappear like magic each and every day.
Now if I could somehow, refine this magic. It would be just joy.
Because I would make the money lost reappear, with each and every bill paid.
Dirty dishes, they keep a standing still looking so innocent. Laughing at me.
Dirty dishes, washed and clean, soon to be on the countertops again. Maybe we'll just have tea.
Dirty dishes, laughing as we wash away the dirt and grime.
So soon sitting on the counter again, like magic they reappear each time...
It should be a crime.
The invention of clean dishes, that stay clean with no effort, it is a dream.
A dream with no basis is in reality. At least not within this life's realm.
So now you know what is in my kitchen today.
It is the same dishes that were clean only yesterday...
Resting safely in the freezer, waiting to be cooked and served at ten.
But no it's not a hen, although it could of been.
I had already said that, so maybe we should take a look within.
What do I see in my kitchen?
I see a stove, a refrigerator, a deep freezer, cabinents, and dirty dishes.
If I could wish a wish, it would be that someone else would love to wash the dishes.
Dirty dishes, half-swept floor, what can I do?
Well, the dishes they must be washed, the floor must done. Perhaps I could leave this for you?
No, that's not right, I should not leave a mess for you.
But then neither should you leave a mess for me to unglue.
Dishes, and more dishes, I think I should like so much to have a helping hand.
So many dishes, so few wishing to lend a helping hand.
Perhaps I should go on strike? Perhaps, but would it matter anyway.
The dirty dishes they reappear like magic each and every day.
Now if I could somehow, refine this magic. It would be just joy.
Because I would make the money lost reappear, with each and every bill paid.
Dirty dishes, they keep a standing still looking so innocent. Laughing at me.
Dirty dishes, washed and clean, soon to be on the countertops again. Maybe we'll just have tea.
Dirty dishes, laughing as we wash away the dirt and grime.
So soon sitting on the counter again, like magic they reappear each time...
It should be a crime.
The invention of clean dishes, that stay clean with no effort, it is a dream.
A dream with no basis is in reality. At least not within this life's realm.
So now you know what is in my kitchen today.
It is the same dishes that were clean only yesterday...
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