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Wash It Yourself


I saw you at the train station
It was almost five o clock
I didn’t hear what you said
But it sounded like you wanted me to come home with you
Mmmmm
It took me five minutes
But I get it now
I’ve done what the voice told me to do
“Seek boy, just seek”
I found you at Hellerup train station

Yeah, yeah
You make me a man, baby
I wash my own clothes now

I wash it myself
I sort it myself
And I went grocery shopping on my own yesterday
So come into my arms
I wanted to give you my name
But you didn’t want to be called Rasmus

I look at you for hours
Until you close your curtains
I’m just so full of love
So why involve the police?
It’s just a flirt
Nothing to report
I broke into your basement
I just want to help wash you clothes
After smelling it
Mmmmm

Yeah, yeah
I use lukewarm water, baby
So the smell doesn’t come out entirely

I wash it myself
I sort it myself
And I build a nest of your underwear
We play tag
I grab you
Why don’t you want to be called Rasmus?

Do you feel like me?
I can see you’ve been crying again
Tell me if you feel sad
I’m always here for you like a friend
No
Now you say you feel bound
And that you’ve been in the basement for a month
I want to get under your skin
Have you on me
Like a jacket

Yeah, yeah
You make me a man, baby
A man with lady skin

I wash you myself
I iron you myself
And you protect me from the weather
No longer imprisoned
You’re close to me
I’m inside you
My new jacket is called Rasmus

(Lyrics translation by Humon from Rævesovsen - Vasker det selv)

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