Laundromat (Belinda)

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Laundromat (Belinda) lyrics ©Belinda Subraman music by Suno AI image by Meta AI Laundromat (Belinda) I watch the sun come up To the tune of machines In thunder roar In pus crusted yellow Grease fed and indigested A race of gadgets Beginning on the signal Of two coins Tarzan attends the room With a mop and cloth Cleans his friends Who are smaller Than they meant to be Shined and automated I wait Counting roaches on the floor Wait Until my chosen metal pet Bangs itself to death Its small red light dies Wait To ceremoniously remove the remains And bury them In a dryer