Ember Swift - The Underwear Song Lyrics
I am down to my last pair of underwearand it seems to me that it's long past time to do laundry.I swear, I never do anything until I absolutely have to,until everything is "past due."These deadlines seem to dominate my dayI am subjected to their power; I am their preyThey are looming, lurking, laughing in my faceAs I squirm in these ripped-up, granny "gotchies" in disgraceThe last pair of underwear is always the worstThey never quite fit your full fannyI am the first to admit that I don't like the way it feelswhen things don't fit!So why do I let things get this bad?It seems to me that I have had my share of: Underwear Crises.When I let things get this bad I am forced to reassessI am drowning in my sorrows, my passions, my messChildish? I guess, but fruitful nonetheless.Because I am standing at the washing machineI am poised, I am ready to clean these undergarments.They are sprinkled with a fresh clean smelling detergentI am poised, I am ready for changeI am poised, I am really needing this changeI am poised, I really which I had more changeBecause I am down to my last quarterAnd the machine takes four moreGuess it's time to resign? Or redefine!!WHO NEEDS UNDERWEAR ANYWAY??The last pair of underwear is always the worstThey never quite fit your full fannyI am the first to admit that I don't like the way it feelswhen things don't fit!So why do I let things get this bad?It seems to me that I have had my share of: Underwear Crises.I'm going to lift my head up from despairLook at me change!
