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(Francis Black) 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 Just 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 D-A-V-I-D Letras de canciones So, sitting here wishing on a cement floor Just wishing that i had just something you wore Bloody your hands on a cactus tree Wipe'em on your dress and send it to me Sitting here wishing on a cement floor Just wishing that i had just something you wore From Letras Mania