Sanoja: Pretenders. Clean Up Woman.

I'm the cleaning woman, here to clean up your mess
I'm the clean up woman, here to clean up your mess
I'm the cleaning woman, here to clean up your mess
I'm the clean up woman, here to clean up your mess

Women think men belong in resorts
We watch the children they watch the sports
A man wouldn't help us even if he could
While we clean up the mess he's made of the neighborhood

I'm the cleaning woman, here to clean up your mess
I'm the clean up woman, here to clean up your mess
I'm the cleaning woman, here to clean up your mess
I'm the clean up woman, here to clean up your mess

Women refuse to witness the kill
Of man's safaris and his battles of will
She washes the wound he sustains in his fight
She cradles him in her arms all night

Woman is there at the end of the day
She works as hard as a man can play
She carries the blame she doesn't deserve
She bears his name when he loses his nerve

I'm the cleaning woman, here to clean up your mess
I'm the clean up woman, here to clean up your mess
I'm the cleaning woman, here to clean up your mess
I'm the clean up woman, here to clean up your mess

Here to clean up your mess
Here to clean up your mess