I like your t-shirt and everything under
When your jeans are weathered story of a rip from thirty-eight cities
I like your five o'clock shadow, like time don't matter
And when you kiss me you lick your lips and I can taste the coffee
I like your heartbeat
I like your shoulders knees and toes
I like the smell of all your clothes
I like that captain jack can take your guard away
But I don't like your shoes
Because they're built for walking away
I like your fingers
I like your scars
And whеn I can't sleep you play the strings on your guitar
And I dream of easy
I hatе this room I hate this bed
I hate the empty in my head
But most of all I hate to watch you walk away
So I hid your shoes
I guess that means that you'll have to stay