Coward kingly with his ketchup
It doesn’t matter it’s only fake blood
Destroy our thinking, it’s just painful

Stop people walking
You won’t take our words from us
Quell my flavour, my foods too good

Extinguish our fragrance, your smell’s rotten
Our lightness illegal
It’s heavier than all of you put together…

All of you are meaningless
There’s no time and you’re an embarrassment

So what will you do,
Look in the mirror?
Touch?

Or are you weightless, faceless, nothing but duds
Weightless, faceless, nothing but duds…

i hope you know I always was,
in my head with a million guns,
spraying leads and speaking duds.

Here you are again, O Dawn,
I've become Dame Washalot reborn,
Of suds, I am a champion
of expertise in washingdom,
What did we trade off for golden rings?
Is it still that biology-is- destiny thing?
Are all men such total duds?
Do you ever feel the need to suds?
Or am I queen of the rotten mongrels? Tough!
Now,  I have to vacuum, **** it up!
Vacuum now, or wash later?
Why I am a procrastinator?
This multi-tasking womanly thing,
Are wedding rings washing bling?
Whinging is fun, but no one listens,
See this washing glow and glisten!
So, here you are again, O Dawn,
Here I am, Dame Washalot reborn!!