White Shirt Lyrics

He's waiting for her alone at home He's playing guitar with one hand in his pocket She's coming in with a big paperbag Ignoring the ringing phone He's so lucky to see her again Come on I put clean sheets on There are the candles, her is my heart I did the dishes, should this be in vain See my white shirt Bought to be pretty for you See my white shirt You know that I don't like blue