When I wear his shirt, it feels like
Like his skin over mine
And the little holes and tears and shreds on it are
Are, are the, the memories of the past that I wasn't there for
But, that somehow I, I
I feel like I understand more when it's against my skin
It's an armor, like a barrier from the world
Like, our secret nobody else knows and I like that, you know?
It makes me feel like a woman
It makes me feel sexy, it makes me feel...
It makes me feel like I'm his
(I'm his, I'm his, I'm his, I'm his, I'm his)

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