Texte d'origine - Anglais - Nothing feels right when I'm not with you, sick...

Nothing feels right when I'm not with you,
sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choos.
Taking them off cause I feel a fool,
trying to dress up when I'm missing you.
I'm a step out of this lingerie,
curl up in a ball with something Hanes.
In that I lay, with nothing but your t-shirt on.
Oh, with nothing but your t-shirt on.
I'm all by myself with nothing but your t shirt on,
Oh,
with nothing but your t shirt on
said I miss you baby