I wet the washcloth
To rub off the dirt on my feet
God forbid I should ruin your nice white sheets
God forbid
I take my clothes off
But leave a layer underneath
As if I would ever let you see me as
God intended
I lie perfectly still so I don't mess up my hair
I'm a sanitized girl, I clean up for you my dear
And these pure, pretty thrills grow stillborn in the air
It's a sanitized world
How could anything grow hereeeee?