Black socks in the wash

Lovers keep disappearing like black socks in the wash
Every time, every perfect pairing
Gets clean and then takes off

I put myself on the line every time
And try to keep it together
Maybe black doesn't suit me?
Maybe it's the weather?

Lovers keep disappearing
Like black socks in the wash
I try hard to break the pattern
But they try to put me off

I go back again and again
To get more of what they gave me
Forgetting the trouble they cause me
And the way they misbehave

Lovers keep disappearing
Like black socks in the wash
If they really walked in my shoes
They'd be unable to walk off

I'm not a very tidy girl
I don't live in a magazine
At best I've always tried
To keep my dirty laundry clean

Lovers keep disappearing...