We'll stick it out in lala land
And maybe she just might take my hand
Cause spring is wet, and spring is clean
Baby won't you clean me
Clean me, clean me, clean me

The tan lines all surrounding her
Bruised hip and the floral jumper
And what I'd give to be that bruise
Maybe I'm just getting used
Used to it, used to it, used to it

And I am dirty, I am clean
And I can't hold on to anything
I am dirty, I am clean
And I can't hold on to anything
Anything, anything, anything

Beneath the waist it's drippin' wet
Above his knees it gets hard again
And I still taste you on my tongue
Wishing that we werе one year younger
Youngеr, younger, younger

And if I had a daughter
Well I'd hope she'd be like her mother
And maybe she would visit dad
On his birthday or when he got sad
Make her smile, make her smile, make her smile
And I am dirty, I am clean
And I can't hold on to anything
I am dirty, I am clean
And I can't hold on to anything
Anything, anything, anything
Anything, anything, anything
Anything