The Cuff Of My Shirt

The 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

Fall 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

Now we met just by chance

At the Saturday dance

And she promised to date me tonight

But her address and stuff

Fall 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