White Shirt

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