Now Wash Your Hands Poem by Robin Stevens

I need to wash my hands
I've got everything in its place
Everything just so
All this stuff, all these things
I didn't want them here

I need to wash my hands
I want to cry again
So quiet
All these people looking out for me
That would be a good thing
But I was alright

Hands, hands, hands
I need to wash my hands
All this stuff, all these things
I didn't want them here
I didn't leave them here

I need to wash my hands again
Champagne and eggs
It all came down to champagne and eggs