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She comes in the back door around nine oâclock
She changes right into her red paisley smock
Sheâs dusting and polishing, the shmutz goes away
I know sheâll go too by the end of the day
She bends down and wipes underneath every door
She reaches and bleaches the whole kitchen floor
I know that sheâs leaving at quarter to three
Maybe Iâll spill something, sheâll stay longer with me
Sheâs my Wednesday balabusta
Sheâs my Tuesday Weld
My June Cleaver
Sheâs my once-a-week balabusta
And Iâm weak in the knees
Watching her clean
Her phone rings, sheâs speaking in words I donât know
Iâm hoping heâs telling her itâs time for him to go
The thought of her with me, Iâm starting to shvitz
Maybe Iâll order those tapes from Berlitz
Sheâs hungry, she stops for a Nutrisystem drink
Sheâs perfect but she doesnât know what I think
I should get another place thatâs not too far away
Maybe sheâll give me an extra day
Sheâs my Wednesday balabusta
Sheâs my Sunday bride
My May flower
Sheâs my once-a-week balabusta
And I wish that sheâd
Vacuum me in
She picks up the money, sheâs waving good-bye
Iâm smiling but inside Iâm starting to cry
I keep things too tidy, so sheâll like me too
I really should give her some more things to do
Iâm shivering, I found it, itâs something she wrote
I need Ajax and Clorox, itâs all in the note
Itâs her way of telling me sheâll see me again
Iâm happy I donât have to wonder when
Sheâs my Wednesday balabusta
A mid-week mitzvah
The place is spotless
Sheâs my once-a-week balabusta
And Iâll see her again
Next week