Danielle Robert - Music - Washing Machine

Written and composed by: Danielle Robert

Too many deceptions in this life,
I learn to cope with them at night.
In my dreams – it seems all is happy,
No one’s the same though,
And the clocks slow down for those who –
Who feel like letting go…

Things are not always what they seem.
Reworded, twisted lies,
And yet we come out clean.
It’s a washing…it’s a washing machine…

x2: Woot-do-woot-do-woot-do, woot-doo-woot-do-woot-do…bah bah, bah bah, bah bah…

I wish I was dreamin’ all day long, bah bah, bah bah!
If I could, I would – I’d take with me this song, la la, la la!
I’d sail on top the mountains, of wheat fields and clouds,
If I could, I’d never come back down.

‘Cus things are not always what they seem.
Reworded, twisted lies,
And yet we come out clean.
It’s a washing…it’s a washing machine…

x2: Woot-do-woot-do-woot-do, woot-doo-woot-do-woot-do…bah bah, bah bah, bah bah…