Lyrics

If you could clean my collar
I won’t have to have to take my clothes away
Why must you call me a mean man
Save that drama for some other day
I don’t ask for much just a press and fold
A box and hangers mix
I’ll pick up after six
I don’t know, perhaps you can see that this anxiety makes me feel under attack
Then you hide out in the back
Can I speak with a manager please who doesn’t speak Chinese cuz I just don’t get it
This new shirt cost me ninety-four bucks and your spot treating sucks and I’m just not coming back