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I am dry, I'm your shirt, and I've been hung out on a lineAnd I have designs so if you stain me, I will still seem fineBut really, you're just wearing me outYeah really, you're just wearing me outYeah I've been told, my momma said, I wear my heart on my sleeveBut I try to hide and roll it up, but every time it comes back creasedAnd no one is gonna iron me outNo, no one is gonna straighten me outYeah one of these days, it's coming onI think that I might just unfoldI'll rip the seams and tear some holesAnd I'll probably get soldBut no one's gonna wear me outNo, no one's gonna wanna wear me outYeah one of these days, you'll put me onI might not fit you anymoreBut I won't mind, I'll always findMy way into another drawerAnd no one's gonna wear me outNo, no one's gonna wanna wear me outI am dry, I'm your shirt, and I've been hung out on a line Aus Songtexte Mania