Talk:Zombie Farm 2/@comment-69.180.214.253-20161129081929/@comment-69.180.214.253-20161129082122

That lipstick on your collar, well, it ain't my shade of pink And I can tell by the smell of that perfume, it's like forty dollars too cheap And there's a little wine stain on the pocket of your white cotton thread Well, you drink beer and whiskey, boy, and you know I don't drink red

Found it over in the corner Wadded up on the bedroom floor You shoulda hid it in the closet You shoulda burned it, you shoulda lost it

Now I'ma have to hang you out to dry, dry, dry Clothespin all your secrets to the line, line, line Leave 'em blowing in the wind, just say goodbye to you All those midnights sneaking in "I'm late again, oh, I'm so sorry" All the Ajax in the world ain't gonna clean your dirty laundry

If the neighbors get to asking, I won't cover nothin' up I'll tell 'em every little detail, how you drug me through the mud I'm gonna string up your old button-down and slide it on the porch Just in case you get the nerve to come knockin' on my door

Yeah, I'ma have to hang you out to dry, dry, dry Clothespin all your secrets to the line, line, line Leave 'em blowing in the wind, just say goodbye to you All those midnights sneaking in "I'm late again, oh, I'm so sorry" All the Ajax in the world ain't gonna clean your dirty laundry

Found it over in the corner Wadded up on the bedroom floor You shoulda hid it in the closet You shoulda burned it, you shoulda lost it

Now I'ma have to hang you out to dry, dry, dry Clothespin all your secrets to the line, line, line Leave 'em blowing in the wind, just say goodbye to you All those midnights sneaking in "I'm late again, oh, I'm so sorry" All the Ajax in the world ain't gonna clean your dirty laundry

(Out to dry) (To the line)