The Brief and the Furious

At first it came in silence Like a secret in the wash Foldin’ up the laundry Then my whole day came to a stop He said, “I don’t know nothin’” With his innocent little grin But cotton keeps a record Of the places he has been Skid marks Lord, there’s skid marks Evidence in Hanes and Fruit of the Loom Skid marks Love leaves skid marks And somehow they keep ending up In my laundry room Then came the ones he felt coming But he gambled with the blast He swore he tried to stop it But momentum had the gas Eight hundred miles an hour In a two-ply cotton pass Now I’m standin’ at the hamper Judgin’ physics by the mass Skid marks Lord, there’s skid marks The brakes gave out on a downhill grade Skid marks Love leaves skid marks And I’m the poor fool scrubbing What his thunder made Now he don’t even hide it He just grins and lets it fly Like a man who trusts his woman And her bleach supply No shame upon his spirit No fear inside his soul Just a high-speed brown advisory And a casualty patrol Skid marks Lord, there’s skid marks He knows the work and does it anyway Skid marks Love leaves skid marks I took a vow for better or worse But not for this buffet He says it’s natural weather I say weather leaves a track And if love is doing laundry Then love is fighting back