Skeletons

by Columbine

If you have too much clothing and cram your closet full
The skeletons don't stay in, they come out and walk around
One's trying to make pancakes, another's in the tub
That one's been watching the TV since I got up (it's off)
They're usually quiet and sometimes they'll do the laundry
But they don't pay rent and the neighbors don't like them
Maybe if I could get them dressed people wouldn't mind them
But it's all those clothes that caused the trouble in the first place.

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