Clean sheets mean a lot to a guy who sleeps on the floor. 
I wanted your love and a shelf on your dresser drawer. 
You tucked me in, stopped my tossin' and turnin',
But I turned back the covers, and I saw those sheets are dirty.

Even though you'll [bad word] clean, you know it's [bad word] 
Those sheets are dirty, and so are you. 

The warmth of a bed to a guy who sleeps on the floor
Was enough to perpetuate all the lies I heard before,
And now I wanna hold you, gotta hold my pillow instead,
'Cause my pillow will never lie, or be with a stranger in my bed.

Even though you'll [bad word] clean, you know it's [bad word] 
Those sheets are dirty, and so are you. 

Where's the love I was lookin' for? It's out the door. 
I'm afraid to see you anymore, so it's back on the floor,
'Cause those sheets are dirty. 

[Guitar solo]

Woke up this mornin', alone on the floor,
Thinkin' about those clean sheets and the way it was before. 
When I looked in the mirror, I saw your face and thought of the past, 
But now I know how dirty you are-took my fist and smashed the glass!

Even though you'll [bad word] clean, you know it's [bad word] 
Those sheets are dirty, and so are you. 

Even though you'll [bad word] clean, you know it's [bad word] 
Those sheets are dirty, and so are you. 

Those sheets are dirty.
Those sheets are dirty. 
Those sheets are dirty.