Your Pink Shirt

You left your pink shirt

On my bedpost

My toes are squirming

Under the covers

Ticket to my dreams

Standing up on tippy toes

I’m waltzing right out from under

You’re now so far away

My lover

And I saw through the glass

Black bird on my windowsill

Reminds me

Eternity’s at my fingertips

Close my eyes and jump real high

I’m out of gravity’s grip