I stand here looking at the sink
At the pile of dishes and think
How will all of this stuff last?
I wonder why I do mine so fast
I try to race myself with a pace
But my other half has her place
I told her a system I do
And right now she isn't on cue
Just as I'm done with mine and happy emotions
She's going through the motions
Scrubbing bubbles and grease
I walk off with a release
Music plays while I sit
She's scrubbing and saying Sh**
So next time baby just might let you win
Of course this isn't the end
©dlawrence9
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