calloocallay, here (more song stylings)(to be sung with a twang, preferably by Dolly Parton)
A sink full of dishes and a heart full of sorrow,
I should wash them tonight, but I'll wait till tomorrow.
The water is dirty and my feeet will get tired,
my sink drain smells like milk that's expired.
A sink full of dishes and a heart full of pain,
As soon as I wash them, they're dirty again.
My fingers get wrinkly, my resolve comes unglued
when faced with the caked-on nasty old food.
A sink full of dishes and a heart full of woe,
I'll let the mold flourish and allow it to grow.
The water will splash and ruin my clothes.
The kitchen is tricky. I might stub my toes.
A sink full of dishes and a heart full of sorrow,
I should wash them tonight, but I'll wait till tomorrow. (2x)
