Your Best Shirt

Your best shirt

No matter how much you might like a girl
Don't give her your best shirt
You'll never get it back
If you stay together or split up

You're never gonna see it again
You'll never get it back on your back
It's a lesson
A lesson from the wise

You better be on the alert
If she's looking at your shirt

Give her diamonds, give her gold
Give her your heart
Promise it till you grow old
Give until you've given all you can
But don't get hurt
No, don't you give the girl your best shirt

She might wear it
She'll rip it or tear it
Either way it won't be yours
It won't be yours
She's gonna take it right out of your door

Lock it, don't share it
You better declare it
Lock it up in your chest of drawers
Your chest of drawers
Or you won't see that shirt no more

She'll get you down on your knees
Begging for your chemise

Give her diamonds, give her gold
Give her your heart
Promise it till you grow old
Give until you've given all you can
But don't get hurt
No, don't you give the girl your best shirt
No

Your best shirt
Your best shirt
Your best shirt
Your best shirt

No matter how much you might like a girl
Your best shirt
No matter how much you might like a girl
Your best shirt
No matter how much you might like a girl
Your best shirt



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Hart, Rod Sherwood
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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