Life Above the Mat ~ Hallelujah

Life above the Laundry-O-Mat
At the Suds and Duds,
It can be interesting,
Occasionally, enough.

I live above the Laundry-O-Mat
Still here, waiting for my lover,
In a rented and remodeled flat,
It’s alright I guess,
I’ll show you sometime.

I Waited for Jim Bob Chuck,
He came over, my boyfriend,
He has three first names.

Tonight he sang Hallelujah,
A serenade, Leonard Cohen style,
On a six string guitar humming,
Beautifully sad and so slowly,
And he sang it so sweetly.

I didn’t know all the words,
But Hallelujah, I swear,
In the hat that he wore.

And yes, I would do ya
After this, even,
A fourth, and a fifth,
With a major lift,
If he asked me,
Hallelujah.

How could I refuse, I could not resist
I live above the Laundry-O-Mat,
I wanted him, so I said, “yes,”
“More,” I said, and we laughed.

Upstairs to my flat, “your cute, I said,
It’s the first time, I heard of that,
I’d never seen anything like it,
And that’s all I know about that.

My name is Caitlin
And I live above the Laundry-O-Mat,
Life here, and well,
It ain’t so bad.