Prune-Handed Ballad

Lyrics

I'd stand and stare, hands in the air Avoiding suds that I don't crave [Chorus] I'd rather be in the warm, dry land Than facing dishes in the sink I can't stand [Gentle Melody] [Verse 2] I would shiver, hands would quiver From the cold that turns them all to prunes (Turns them into wrinkly moons)

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