Lyrics:

Sitting Here Wishing On A Cement Floor
just Wishing That I Had Just Something You Wore

i Put It On When I Go Lonely
will You Take Off Your Dress And Send It To Me

i Miss Your Kissin' And I Miss Your Head
and A Letter In Your Writing Doesn't Mean You're Not Dead
run Outside In The Desert Heat
make Your Dress All Wet And Send It To Me

i Miss Your Soup And I Miss Your Bread
and A Letter In Your Writing Doesn't Mean You're Not Dead
so Spill Your Breakfast And Drip Your Wine
just Wear That Dress When You Dine

sitting Here Wishing On A Cement Floor
just Wishing That I Had Just Something You Wore

bloody Your Hands On A Cactus Tree
wipe It On Your Dress And Send It To Me

sitting Here Wishing On A Cement Floor
just Wishing That I Had Just Something You Wore