Mecca Bodega Follow
Red Shoes lyrics
With the garbage round my feet
The devil lived in every hole
And every corner of the street
When misery is all there is
You got nothing to lose
So come on and buy me
Come on 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 on and buy me
Some red, red, red shoes
Red, red, red
Red, red, red shoes
Red, red, red
Red, red, red shoes
Red, red, red
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, red, red
Red, red, red shoes
Red, red, red
Red, red, red shoes
Red, red, red
Red, red, red shoes
Red, red, red
Red, red, red shoes
Red, red, red
Red, red, red shoes
Red, red, red
Red, red, red shoes
...
With the garbage round my feet
The devil lived in every hole
Part of these releases
-
-
- Track 3 on Subway Stories
- 2 Underground
- 4 Fern's Nightmare
Popular Mecca Bodega Songs
Red Shoes Video
Comments on Red Shoes
Submit your thoughts
These comments are owned by whoever posted them. This lyrics site is not responsible for them in any way.
© to the lyrics most likely owned by either the publisher () or
the artist(s) (Mecca Bodega) which produced the music or artwork. Details
