Spin Cycle
by Veda Monroe · Pop · Made with Suno · 0 plays
Style
synth-rock, indie pop, pop rock, piano, anthemic
Prompt
synth-rock, indie pop, driving mid-tempo, urgent soaring female vocal, glossy synths, piano, strings, drums, anthemic
Lyrics
Shh... Machine number six. Uh-huh. Tuesday night, the laundromat hums Dryer three ate my quarters, I'm eating crumbs His blue striped sock by the lint trap door Known him eleven minutes, I'm sure I fold my towels twice, I'm perfectly sane Already named his dog, it's Wayne Add soap Hold still Don't look at him, look at the dial Count to ten, then smile Heart on spin cycle Round and round, I'm a load of one Can't eat, can't sleep, I'm fine, I'm fine Spin cycle, look what you've done Folding table is my center stage Detergent box, my microphone Seven dollars in change, I'm not alone He asks, "Is this dryer taken?" I say, "Yes." It's empty. I'm shaken. Heart on spin cycle Round and round, I'm a load of one Can't eat, can't sleep, I'm fine, I'm fine Spin cycle, look what you've done Give him the sock Give him the sock, say something cool Give him the sock, say "nice weather," fool I said hi to my reflection Forty times in the dryer door It never once said hi back So what am I waiting for Heart on spin cycle Round and round, I'm a load of one Can't eat, can't sleep, I'm fine, I'm fine Spin cycle, look what you've done Spin, spin, spin cycle Spin, spin, spin cycle I kept the sock. Spin cycle!