She wants to go out
Maybe to the café for a latte
But money is tight
Plus it's laundry day
She loads up then goes out
Puts a bunch of coins into the mouth of a machine
Later she does the same routine to sacrifice to the god of caffeine
Then stands around thinking about
this guy she knows
He's seen her without any clothes
It's been a while though
And she can feel it below
Because time is tight
Now she is too
She puts up a fight
But memories come back of what she's gone through
They bring a frown to her face
Or is it just the cold of this place
She might as well be in an igloo
Leaning on a counter thinking
about this guy she knew
About how they used to spend their nights
Watching movies or having each other
He was such an ardent lover
Even when he did not share the cover
Oh, the things they'd get up to in that old bed
Just thinking about it turns her cheeks bright red
As pictures of him flicker in her head
She'd rather be in his arms instead
of this igloo
with three loads left to do