I live above the Mat,
But not for long, I hope.
I met my boyfriend, Jim Bob there
Said he needed to do a load once
That’s how we met.
Today the Import guy from India
Came in, He said he is a consultant,
Or something like that, he said,
He makes systems for big hotel chains,
But I think he sells washers and dryers.
He calls me Princess, that’s funny,
He said he wasn’t selling anything today,
Just needed to do a load maybe,
Then he said, Princess, I feel like dancing,
So I turned on his favorite station,
And he danced, while i just watched.
I could not believe it, so funny,
He was twerking and clapping to India Rap,
It was all I could do to fluff and fold,
Then he ask me to join him.
And I said, “What do you think this is,”
Bollywood or something, I said;
I can’t do that, he was twerking his neck,
Stomping one foot, then the other,
Then, he clapped three times and repeated,
And I just laughed and I tried it.
So I told him, at the Laundry- o-mat,
“Hey Import man, “I need my music to dance,
Looking for none of that.” I said,
I can’t do the Indian dance.
When I told him that, he laughed,
Then we did a number together,
My girlfriends just watched,
They were so jealous.
How about it, it’s the first time,
I’d seen anything like that,
But it made us happy,
And that’s all I know about that.
Life above the Laundry-O-Mat
It ain’t so bad, because today we laughed
And we danced, and it felt good,
Something like that,
If you know what I mean.