Shirt

I sold my special shirt For twenty five dollars, babe, I can't affort the transport costs To get on the bus and go Let my eyes caress my love. I can afford to move around With nothing on, for my babe, I will do anything just to be With her. You never left me, I went through so many changes; I shiver to think about it, And I tremble over and over My body babe. You were with me when I was up And you were down; Now you are up and secure, But is constantly real; I am all that you ever wanted. Your love ain't fake and low budget Like the good looking Chinese handsets Sold on the streets of Harare; They cannot achieve Even a quarter or less of what they profess.