Your Shirt

you hand me your shirt, the palest of yellow said this is the one I wore when we met you button each one leavin the two at the top sayin darlin, you sure are lookin hot and I don't remember the color of your shirt all I remember is the total outlook the careless appeal with that twinkle in your eyes I knew I was goner that very first night my stilettos click on the cool dark tile we snuggle up close for a movie and some wine long before the credits begin to role we're lost in the moment of being so close one by one, each button gets undone we are back where we started when I first put it on nothing but white noise from the plasma tv the shirt looks real good on the floor where it lays and I don't remember the color of your shirt all I remember is the total outlook the careless appeal with that twinkle in your eyes I knew I was goner that very first night