Soapy, nude, and giggling,
Dove bar foamy, wriggling through our everywhere hands
That would grow teeth and eat us if they could.
It’s so much fun doing it together and throwing down an erotic scene.
I want to be seen with you.
Man, it would be mean
If we did not do it clean, got to do it clean.
In love is fun; clean in love is more fun,
Smell of soap and fruit shampoo.
Got to shake the dust of this big round bus off of us
That would grow holes and swallow us, too.
Why should we ever be bathing alone?
Pull my sleepy ass out of bed.
Grab me by my sleep-swollen head, little baby,
And let’s get to scrubbing.
To hell with the rag, our hands will do.