Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=82918" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Shirt (Demo Recording)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I walked into the charity store <br>I saw a second-hand shirt hangin' up by the door <br>The collar was frayed, there was a stain on the cuff <br>Caused by ketchup or blood or some such stuff <br>It wasn't made of polyester or nylon <br>The label said "Made in the UK" so I tried it on <br>And I looked in the mirror and declared <br>"I like this shirt, I want it" <br>It's not the label on the shirt that you wear <br>It's the way that you wear it <br>They say it's style and breeding and culture that counts <br>But you can't change good taste on the expense account <br>And if design or fashion makes you a hero <br>You can dress all highbrow but still be an emotional zero <br>But I declare "It's not the shirt you wear <br>It's the way that you wear it" <br>I was looking for danger, I should have taken more care <br>I was dressed to kill, I felt so debonair <br>Wild expectations, arrogant air <br>Then I walked into that bar, she was standing there <br>I walked over with all my savoir fair <br>And she said "You're a smart looking dude <br>But your character's ugly, it clashes with my shoes <br>And I, I can't stand your attitude" <br>I assumed it was leading to a romantic interlude <br>I thought my conquest was made <br>But I was stunned by the magnitude <br>Of her ingratitude <br>I spent a good thirty bucks on this babe <br>Like the shirt I was wearing <br>This romantic affair was not destined to last <br>The harder I tried, the louder she laughed <br>I was reduced to despair, my emotions laid bare <br>She knew I was hurt, made me feel like a jerk <br>I was humbled, humiliated, castrated <br>My masculinity dragged through the dirt <br>Then thrown in the air to be devoured by the lions <br>The vultures, the jackals and all the scavengers of love <br>I was strutting around with my chest stuck out <br>like a peacock preparing to get laid <br>Thought I looked cool but she put me down <br>She said "You look like a clown on a circus parade" <br>Still the shirt has class, it looks well made <br>She was a babe of the first degree <br>She was totally fantabulous <br>Like a goddess from Greece and yet <br>The epitome of the 20th century femininity <br>She was in her own league <br>She was meant for me, it was destiny <br>Like Adam and Eve, synchronisity <br>She brought out the testosterone in me <br>Last time I saw that babe she was smiling contentedly <br>Now I'm trapped on this murder rap, a mistaken identity <br>It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me <br>Now this cop says "It's up to you, death row or solitude <br>Crime of passion, you should plead 'insane' <br>You say you wouldn't lie, but we've just blown your alibi <br>We've found your shirt and it's got a blood stain" <br>It was the shirt you were wearing <br>It was the shirt you were wearing</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Kinks - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
<img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share">
<script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=82918" data-title="The Shirt (Demo Recording)" data-description="As I walked into the charity store 
I saw a second-hand shirt hangin' up by the door 
The collar was frayed, there was a stain on the cuff 
Caused by ketchup or blood or some such stuff 
It wasn't made of polyester or nylon 
The label said "Made i..."></div>
</div>
</div>