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 
 
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