The Mystery of Lost Socks

Hmm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm. Where do you go, little sock on the run?

One in my hand, the other one's gone. You vanish like

magic, poof in the air. I swear I checked everywhere.

Under the couch, behind the door. Are you hiding or is there more?

Lost socks in the dryer. Dancing higher and higher.

Spinnin' circles in the heat. Where do they go when they retreat?

I'm left with a pile of mismatched dreams. Stripes with polka dots,

it's a fashion scheme. Do you party in the lint trap late at