I'm thinking that I need to take
Another personal day
And spend it in my closet
Putting all my clothes away
I know I own a camisole
I know I own a dress
But searching doesn't do any good
For everything's a mess
Where once I had a pair of shoes
I only now find one
Digging through a pile of clothes
Isn't any fun
I'm forced to wear the thing I wore
Yesterday
And the day before
And when the weekend finally comes
I'll finally have the chance
But who wants to spend their weekends
Hanging shirts and folding pants?
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