I’m gonna have a cleaning attack
My friends are often on my back
About the state I let my place get in
I’ll sweep and mop every floor
No dirty footprints anymore
And that is only where I’ll begin
Every surface will get a dust
And a dash of polish is a must
To get them shining just like new, no sweat
I’ll mop the hard floors, vacuum the rest
Whichever suits each floor best
And get the cleanest carpets I can get
I’ll strip and clean each bed of course
Chasing the grime out with force
All dirt and dust will tremble before me
The fridge, oven and sink I’ll clean
Making them look so pristine
As soon as I’ve finished watching the TV
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