Launderette Lil'

Shutters up

Key in the lock

Tabbard on

Tea in the pot 

She's got the service wash on

Paper laid out all nice

Radio babbling in the background

She's checked the cash register twice

She's all soverigns and ciggies

Starched blouse... ugly shoes

Every hair sprayed to perfection

Heart of gold... bad tattoos

Face like a boxer

Grimace like a miner

She's done this her whole life

Got 40 years behind her

She knows every tiny tile

On the mosaic by the door

The sign's a familiar face

She loves too much to ignore 

She's comfortable with the rhythmic tumble

The cloying heat and whirring

And though sometimes she wishes

For things she daren't speak of...

The machines just keep on turning.