I Tumble Dry My Love for Seventy-Five Cents

Love is a favorite shirt I wear
On a Tuesday,
(in Spanish, that's Martes)
In a moment of weakness
Sometimes I take love off
Well, that and when I go swimming
Or if I take a shower
Usually I take love off then
I just kind of throw love on my bed
Until I'm clean again
Then I try to think
Of what I'm going to do that day
And who I'm going to see
And if I'm going to see someone
I saw the day before
I put on a different kind of love
Unless I really don't care who sees me
Then I just wear my favorite love again
And I sport it like a champ
Some might say that's dirty,
But I don't think it is
I say, if love doesn't stink
And has no visible stains
And you really dig it
Wear it
But sometimes, I'll wear love for too long,
And it does start to stink
So I have to wash it
But I can wear other loves
While it's in the hamper
But it just isn't the same,
Because I'm always thinking
Of my favorite love
And how all I want to do
Is wear it again
And sometimes,
I'll pull my favorite love out of the hamper
And I'll smell it again
Just to be sure
And usually I was right the first time
So I'll put love back in the hamper
And mope
But sometimes, I can cover love's stink
With a little cologne
But after that, It's definitely time to wash it
And once I've gone through
Enough of my other loves
To make a full load
I take them all to the washer
And with a buck seventy-five in quarters
I wash and dry all my loves
But the whole time,
I'm thinking about my favorite love
And as soon as it's dry
I put my favorite love on again
And you know what?
No matter how many times
I go through this process:
Wearing out so many loves
It always feels so right
When I wear my favorite love again

-Joshua McLerran