Come on guys, don't argue I don't want to force you It's a gift from the heavens Don't you agree? How can you say that? But no time for chit-chat Let's just get this work done And finally be free Cleaning's my life And when I'm feeling down Scrubbing the floors Always removes a frown The window panes Reflect the struggles in my life I make a new path And wash away my strife New paths, oh what's the use Just give me a break Old friends will still leave Distress in their wake Everyone seems lazy While I'm going crazy To clean up the mess that Others will leave But what we do's inconsequent I learned that from the internet No question, I'm a nicer host I don't mean to boast No one needs to like you If you like yourself Just brush off your hardships and Wipe them from the shelf Sometimes the outside world just Feels so demeaning But it doesn't close in if you just Keep on cleaning!