It's a deodorizer that works
Each room filling with a multi-scented fog
He took the glade from the worthless little plastic sack
One on the window sill, one under the TV
The man returned home
Except for the fact that his entire apartment
She smiled because periodically
And hold buttons on the canisters
Every room on every surface
Regular and unscented
And it fills the room with a scented fog
Simply push down on a button
He was kind of balding in his mid thirties
And he was always so damn dusty
Potpourri, wild oak, petunia
With his basket full of glade
Five or six cans at a time
And holiday candle
This guy would return
Sometimes he would come in twice a week
Misty rose, fresh lemon
He'd been coming in for about five weeks now
The man would buy only about
Spilt his beer and closed his eyes
This might seem unusual
Lock and hold room freshener and deodorizer
[Incomprehensible] makeup but it was really just dust
Each one's nozzle's poised at the ready
Irish nights, sandal wood, rain forest
Calmly he sat on the couch
He sighed and opened a beer
Wearing a black leather jacket
On the same principle as a bug bomb
He paid with a twenty and said thank you and left
Slowly filling the room
Desert bloom, evergreen
He seemed like a normal guy
Calmly he sat on the couch
One by the air conditioner
Orange blossom, Indian summer
Country kitchen, natural prevention
And head down aisle two
He figured he had about sixty of them in all
Ocean mist, musk, hazel wood
Working his way from the dining room into the den
He started to push down the lock
A personal size grocery basket
Was just filled with them
He placed one on the rug, one on the end table
Something soft about his features
