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 cause you don't know
Cause 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
Don't tell me what I do is wrong
Don't preach cause you don't know
Cause 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, red, red shoes
I was born a beggar 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 cause you don't know Cause 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 Don't tell me what I do is wrong Don't preach cause you don't know Cause 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, red, red shoes Explain Request ×
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