Carol

I put my clothes away
Fold up the TV tray
Lysol my phone display
And mundane tasks to fill the day

I wash the dishes clean
Load the washing machine
Avoid my iPhone screen
To figure out what your texts mean

When winter's come and gone
And you can see the lawn
You'll turn the radio on
And maybe hear me sing this song

Oh, what a dream that'd be
I think we can agree
If all the world could see
What an asshole you are to me

Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Uh, da-da-da-doo
Hm, hm, hm, hm
Hm, hm, hm, hm
Hm, hm, hm, hm, hm, hm
Hm, mhm-mhm
Hm-mm-mm