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You just can't take me anywhere....
I swear, you really can't
No matter where I go
I always get attacked
Some say they sense my aura
Some say they sense my strength
But every time I go out
It always ends up the same

So, here I am, at the laundromat, just minding my own
Drying up the clothes I forgot to when I was home
When I catch a glimpse of a mama and her little boy
Reading stories waiting on their clothes to finish
When suddenly, this little cutie, catches himself a glimpse
And like the story played over and over again
He makes sure to find a reason to grab my attention

Running laps around the washers, stopping right next to me
Him and mama playing peekaboo, while I'm sipping on my drink
Not enough to have all mama's attention, it's true
Little Jack, was his name, just had to have mine too
So this little boy, just three years old
Brings me the box of books his mama let him hold
And he hands the box to me, and jumps up on the seat
Picked out his favorite book and asked me to read
Then he starts singing "Twinkle Twinkle" in my ear
And mama comes to find out if there's anything to fear

It happens to me all so often, and it's so strange to see
How these random children never seem to see a stranger in me
Just like they've known me forever, and I'm just another friend
And the best thing in the world is all of my attention

I have to admit it, and I'm not really sorry to say
I found mama a little attractive when she came to watch us play
I'm not saying it's right, but I can't say that it's not true
What I found the most appealing, was that she reminded me of you
Mama and her little boy, all eyes posted on me
I let him have his fun as he sat down in that seat

I even tried, once or twice, to get up and leave
But every time I walked away, that boy just followed me
Helped me get my clothes out of the dryer
Threw them on the table, and tried to help me fold
If nothing else, that little boy inspired
These words about his day at the local laundry home

This isn't the first time, and I'm sure it won't be the last
But it's so stange to think about the little things like that