The Cuff of my Shirt

Cuff Of My Shirt - Guy Mitchell

Oh I stand in a quandary

In front of the laundry

And deep in my heart

There's a hurt

Lost the phone

And address of the girl

I love best

Wrote it all on the cuff

Of my shirt

Now we met just by chance

At the Saturday dance

And she promised to date

Me tonight

But her address and stuff

I wrote down on my cuff

And that shirt of mine's

Nowhere in sight

Our hair was red

And her eyes were blue

And I dream of holding her tight

But the moon's on the rise

And there's tears in my eyes

`Cause my arms

Will be empty tonight

While I stand in a quandary

In front of the laundry

The girls think

I'm down here to flirt

I'm a man without hope

If the suds and the soap

Wash her name of the cuff

Of my shirt.

Now we met just by chance

At the Saturday dance

And she promised to

Date me tonight

But her address and stuff

I wrote down on my cuff

And that shirt of mine's

Nowhere in sight

Oh her hair was red

And her eyes were blue

And I dream of holding her tight

But the moon's on the rise

And there's tears in my eyes

Cause my arms will be

Empty tonight

While I stand in a quandary

In front of the laundry

The girls think

I'm down here to flirt

I'm a man without hope

If the suds and the soap

Wash her name

Of the cuff of my shirt.

I'm a man without hope

If the suds and the soap

Wash her name

Of the cuff of my shirt

My Shirt.