My Red Shoes are so old
the oxblood sheen had been so bold
The leather is cracked
And there's no going back
Through rain and snow and
To
Buckles so silver and the eyelets had flair
You've out lived your usefulness, but it still isn't fair
I have loved my red shoes
Having to let go gives me the blues
They slip off and on so well
Damn the Mongolian who stole my shoe wax.
2 comments:
Are you sure your shoe wax isn't packed away in our storage unit? Everything that I can't find seems to be hidden there. :(
nope. I'm positive it was that damn mongolian.
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