I see you walking, girl, on that path by the river,
A big black garbage bag clenched in those pretty fists.
It's such a heavy load for such a little lady.
We love your kind down here, my love, we love your kind
down here.
You’re kicking off your shoes and taking off your dress
now.
One toe into the lake and your gooseflesh starts to show.
And then, in a flash, you and your bag go under.
We love your kind down here, my love, we love your kind
down here.
I’ve never known someone to hold their breath for half an
hour.
Just the bottom feeders know exactly what you did down
there.
And then like a toad, you spring out of the water.
We love your kind down here, my love, we love your kind
down here.
You look so much happier now that your load is lifted.
A big grin on your face and a new spring in your step.
But wasn’t it your husband’s turn to take out the garbage?
We love your kind down here, my love, we love your kind
down here.