Versuri Chris Rea - Red Shoes

Album: Chris Rea - Auberge

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 '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

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