I was born a beggar
|
With the garbage round my feet
|
The devil lived in every hole
|
And every corner of the street
|
When mistery is all there is
|
You got nothing to lose
|
So come on and buy me
|
Come and buy me some red red red shoes
|
|
Don't tell me what I do is wrong
|
Don't preach 'cos you don't know
|
'Cos I was left without a chance
|
Such a long time ago
|
And anything is better
|
Than being cut and bruised
|
So come and buy me some red red red shoes
|
|
Don't tell me what I do is wrong
|
Don't preach 'cos you don't know
|
'Cos I was left without a chance such a long time ago
|
And anything is better
|
Than being battered and bruised
|
So come on and buy me some red some red red shoes
|
|
-----------------
|
Red Shoes
|
| Chris Rea |
