Lyrics

Shrinking Trouble

[Verse 1]
I blamed the dryer for my snug little sweater,
Thought it was working too hard, not better.
But the truth, oh the truth, it gave me a shiver,
Turns out it’s the fridge that's the real life giver.

[Prechorus]
The icebox whispers, the plot's been laid,
My midnight snacks are the dues I've paid.

[Chorus]
Oh, it’s not the spin, it’s the bite, it’s the platter,
The fridge, not the dryer, that makes me fatter.
Buttons pop, seams all scatter,
It's the cheesecake tango, not the laundry chatter.

[Verse 2]
I eyed the washer, accused the poor thing,
For my pants that now have no room to swing.
But late-night whispers from the fridge did tell,
It's the pie and the pudding casting their spell.

[Prechorus]
The orchestra of leftovers, they softly call,
And I’m a willing dancer to their midnight ball.

[Chorus]
Oh, it’s not the spin, it’s the bite, it’s the platter,
The fridge, not the dryer, that makes me fatter.
Buttons pop, seams all scatter,
It's the cheesecake tango, not the laundry chatter.

David Rose