She wore red shoes by the drugstore As the rain splashed the nickel Spilled like chablis along the midway Theres a little bluejay In a red dress, on a sad night One straw in a rootbeer A compact with a cracked mirror And a bottle of evening in paris perfume He told her to wait in by the magazines He had to take care of some buisness it seems Bring a raincoat and a suitcase And your dark eyes And wear those red shoes Theres a dark huddle at the bus stop Umbrellas arranged in a sad bouquet Li'l cesaer got caught He was going down to second He was cooled Changing stations on the chamber To steal a diamond
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