Guy Mitchell The Cuff Of My Shirt
Oh I stand in a quandary in front of the laundry
And deep in my heart there's a hurt
Lost the phone and address of the girl I love best
Wrote it all on the cuff of my shirt
Now we met just by chance at the Saturday dance
And she promised to date me tonight
But her address and stuff I wrote down on my cuff
And that shirt of mine's nowhere in sight
Oh her hair was red and her eyes were blue
And I dream of holding her tight
But the moon's on the rise and there's tears in my eyes
`Cause my arms will be empty tonight
While I stand in a quandary in front of the laundry
The girls think I'm down here to flirt
I'm a man without hope if the suds and the soap
Wash her name of the cuff of my shirt.
(Musical Break)
Now we met just by chance at the Saturday dance
And she promised to date me tonight
But her address and stuff I wrote down on my cuff
And that shirt of mine's nowhere in sight
Oh her hair was red and her eyes were blue
And I dream of holding her tight
But the moon's on the rise and there's tears in my eyes
`Cause my arms will be empty tonight
While I stand in a quandary in front of the laundry
The girls think I'm down here to flirt
I'm a man without hope if the suds and the soap
Wash her name of the cuff of my shirt.
I'm a man without hope if the suds and the soap
Wash her name of the cuff of my shirt
My Shirt.
