you, you wear me like a shirt
you take it off and toss away
into a pile of old nothings
that you grew out of
you, you wear me like a shirt
whenever you feel like it
never two days in a row,
never to the same  places
you, you wear me like a shirt
but dont ever take me to the flea market
you are the only one that looks good in me
so good, that you have to take me off
and toss away, into a pile
where i can see you in your new shirt
and god, you look good