 |
|
 |
|
Your Shirt
There's a rip in the elbow of the left sleeve
And one button doesn't match
You sewed that one on yourself
And at the time it made me laugh
It's frayed on the collar it's so old and faded out blue
And I'll never wash it 'cause
It smells so exactly like you
When you left it I'm sure
You didn't think twice about it
But the irony is that I can't live without it.
I wear your shirt like it's your arms around me
I put it on and you just surround me
It's so soft on my skin
Like the touch of your hands
So good it hurts
I should burn it I know
Tear it up I'm this close
But for the moment I just can't let go
Of your shirt.
It keeps me warm when I sleep
And those nights I don't
It keeps me company
I've got it on in the mornings having coffee
And after work when I'm watching TV
It's my comfort it's my torture and yes I realize
It's just some worn out old fabric
But it's my consolation prize
And I'd be a wreck in a New York minute
If I think too long of how you held me in it.
I wear your shirt like it's your arms around me
I put it on and you just surround me
It's so soft on my skin
Like the touch of your hands
So good it hurts
I should burn it I know
Tear it up I'm this close
But for the moment I just can't let go
Of your shirt.
Your shirt, I love your shirt...
|
|
|
 |
|
 |
|
|
|
|
Your shirt, I love your shirt...
Of your shirt.
But for the moment I just can't let go
Tear it up I'm this close
I should burn it I know
So good it hurts
Like the touch of your hands
It's so soft on my skin
I put it on and you just surround me
I wear your shirt like it's your arms around me
If I think too long of how you held me in it.
And I'd be a wreck in a New York minute
But it's my consolation prize
It's just some worn out old fabric
It's my comfort it's my torture and yes I realize
And after work when I'm watching TV
I've got it on in the mornings having coffee
It keeps me company
And those nights I don't
It keeps me warm when I sleep
Of your shirt.
But for the moment I just can't let go
Tear it up I'm this close
I should burn it I know
So good it hurts
Like the touch of your hands
It's so soft on my skin
I put it on and you just surround me
I wear your shirt like it's your arms around me
But the irony is that I can't live without it.
You didn't think twice about it
When you left it I'm sure
It smells so exactly like you
And I'll never wash it 'cause
It's frayed on the collar it's so old and faded out blue
And at the time it made me laugh
You sewed that one on yourself
And one button doesn't match
There's a rip in the elbow of the left sleeve
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| YYour SShirt |
| our hirt |
| oYur hSirt |
| gour zhirt |
| gYour zShirt |
| Ygour Szhirt |
| hour whirt |
| hYour wShirt |
| Yhour Swhirt |
| 6our dhirt |
| 6Your dShirt |
|
| Y6our Sdhirt |
| uour ehirt |
| uYour eShirt |
| Yuour Sehirt |
| 7our xhirt |
| 7Your xShirt |
| Y7our Sxhirt |
| jour ahirt |
| jYour aShirt |
| Yjour Sahirt |
| tour Shhirt |
|
| tYour Sirt |
| Ytour Sihrt |
| Yoour Sjirt |
| Yur Sjhirt |
| Yuor Shjirt |
| Ykur Suirt |
| Ykour Suhirt |
| Yokur Shuirt |
| Y9ur Snirt |
| Y9our Snhirt |
| Yo9ur Shnirt |
|
| Y0ur Sbirt |
| Y0our Sbhirt |
| Yo0ur Shbirt |
| Ylur Sgirt |
| Ylour Sghirt |
| Yolur Shgirt |
| Yiur Syirt |
| Yiour Syhirt |
| Yoiur Shyirt |
| Youur Shiirt |
| Yor Shrt |
|
| Yoru Shrit |
| Yohr Shjrt |
| Yohur |
| Youhr Shijrt |
| Yo7r Sh9rt |
| Yo7ur Sh9irt |
| You7r Shi9rt |
| Yokr Shlrt |
| Shlirt |
| Youkr Shilrt |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|