I like to sort, move my things around, colour coding
Everything has a home in my house
But I don't like to clean, I find cleaning demeaning
But that's kind of a problem of mine

I'm a woman and I think if I clean then I—
I feel resentment in my soul
Something I gotta get over
It's pretty immature
But it's real deep

In my soul, in my soul
In my soul, in my soul
In my soul
I feel resentment
In my soul

Dirty house
Sometimes, not all the time
I'm like lil' Minnie, lil' Annie
What's that little character?
Like early Abba
I don't give a fuh
I don't give a fuh
I don't give a fuh

I feel resentment in my soul
Maybe it's time for men to clean for like
Five hundred years
I'm not too concerned about that, uh

Nineteen thousand, twenty thousand
I count all day long
I count all day long
I love to count, it relaxes me
And it gives me
An achievable goal
Clears my mind
Soothes my
Soothes my soul