Kinks - The Shirt Lyrics
As I walked into the charity storeI saw a second-hand shirt hangin up by the doorThe collar was frayed, there was a stain on the cuffCaused by ketchup or blood or some such stuffIt wasnt made of polyester or nylonThe label said made in the uk so I tried it onAnd I looked in the mirror and declaredI like this shirt, I want itIts not the label on the shirt that you wearIts the way that you wear itThey say its style and breeding and culture that countsBut you cant change good taste on the expense accountAnd if design or fashion makes you a heroYou can dress all highbrow but still be an emotional zeroBut I declare its not the shirt you wearIts the way that you wear itI was looking for danger, I should have taken more careI was dressed to kill, I felt so debonairWild expectations, arrogant airThen I walked into that bar, she was standing thereI walked over with all my savoir fairAnd she said youre a smart looking dudeBut your characters ugly, it clashes with my shoesAnd i, I cant stand your attitudeI assumed it was leading to a romantic interludeI thought my conquest was madeBut I was stunned by the magnitudeOf her ingratitudeI spent a good thirty bucks on this babeLike the shirt I was wearingThis romantic affair was not destined to lastThe harder I tried, the louder she laughedI was reduced to despair, my emotions laid bareShe knew I was hurt, made me feel like a jerkI was humbled, humiliated, castratedMy masculinity dragged through the dirtThen thrown in the air to be devoured by the lionsThe vultures, the jackals and all the scavengers of loveI was strutting around with my chest stuck outLike a pea***** preparing to get laidThought I looked cool but she put me downShe said you look like a clown on a circus paradeStill the shirt has class, it looks well madeShe was a babe of the first degreeShe was totally fantabulousLike a goddess from greece and yetThe epitome of the 20th century femininityShe was in her own leagueShe was meant for me, it was destinyLike adam and eve, synchronisityShe brought out the testosterone in meLast time I saw that babe she was smiling contentedlyNow Im trapped on this murder rap, a mistaken identityIt wasnt me, it wasnt me, it wasnt meNow this cop says its up to you, death row or solitudeCrime of passion, you should plead insaneYou say you wouldnt lie, but weve just blown your alibiWeve found your shirt and its got a blood stainIt was the shirt you were wearingIt was the shirt you were wearing
