I'm wearing his t-shirt tonight
and it's more
than I've ever dreamed of
I'll be as close to his skin
and he's gonna brush mine
with the softness
of crisp white cotton.

I'm wearing his t-shirt tonight
you might call it fate
gamblings of the stars
as a wish was granted
coming tangible and true
as the straight pattern
of thread on the brims.

I'm so wearing his shirt tonight
his t-shirt and nothing more
I'm embracing this little chance
of having him so mine
of taking him as mine
as true as my love is
as honest and clean
as a white t-shirt.

I'm wearing your t-shirt tonight
and so  your scent on my skin
as I sleep,
sleep I want not!
why don't you cross that door
and tell me.
"I want my t-shirt back"
and so I'll give it to you
pure and unpretentious
as this plain, simple shirt.