Jen.

At night, when you're far and I'm alone
I feel the fabric from your t-shirt
close to my body
I can still hear your baritone
in my ear telling me you'll take it slow
and I was in the mirror playing a roll
like you were here, I couldn't turn me on
so I fell asleep with the music on
woke up again hearing the same old song, playing:

when you're not here, I sleep in your t-shirt
I wish you were here, to take off your t-shirt
after we make love, I sleep in your t-shirt
wake up in your t-shirt,
Still Smell The Scent Of Your Cologne