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Dishes stacked up high again Another load I can't pretend Open the
door and stare inside Why does this chore feel like a crime
I just want to sit and scroll
But these plates won't fill the hole
I hate unloading the dishwasher
Every fork and every plate
Feels like torture in this house Why can't someone else just take
(oh no) Rinsed and ready but still a mess I grab the
cups and feel the stress Stack them neatly one by one
This daily battle's never done
I just want to sit and scroll
But these plates won't fill the hole I hate unloading the dishwasher
Every fork and every plate
Feels like torture in this house Why can't someone else just take
(oh no) Maybe if I close my eyes It'll all just disappear
But the beep is calling me Back to my biggest fear
I hate unloading the dishwasher Every fork and every plate Feels like
torture in this house But I'll do it anyway (yeah yeah)