The Unfairness Of Angels

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 The Window Cleaner
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I watch you, you don't watch me
In the living room watching TV
I follow you into every room
Doing housework with the vacuum
Sleeping quietly in your bed
Never once do you turn your head
As my sponge, wet and soapy
Cleans away all things dirty
I need some more soap
And i wouldn't mind a grope
I wont charge much for you
A flash at the window will do
My bucket is half full of water
I see you have a son and daughter
My water is as dirty as my mind
Can I fill it up? If you don't mind?
Ladder balanced against your wall
Steadfast; so I don't fall
The thing I like to clean more than glass
Is the reflection of you, when you're in the bath
I rub even harder when I see your ar$e
But you don't see me as I clean so fast
Once a week I come to see yer
I'm you're lovely window cleaner.



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