Oh,
I stand in a quandary in front of the laundry
And deep in my heart there's a hurt
Lost the phone in the dress
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
Ah, 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 the 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 their name off the cuff of my shirt.
Now we met just by chance at the
Saturday dance
And she promised to date me tonight
But her ad dress 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 the laundry, 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 their name off the cuff of my shirt.
I'm a man without hope,
if the suds and the soap wash their name off the cuff of my shirt.
My shirt!
Thank