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You hold my soul and heart,

And I can't breathe.

Suffocating me in your back pocket,

Of your dirty, smelly jeans.

Don't forget I'm in here,

When you go to wash your clothes.

Don't want to be twisted in,

With your new lover's pantyhose.

And when the dryer is through,

Everything else will look clean.

But I will always be viewed,

As dirty laundry.