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She wore red shoes by the newstand |
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As the rain splashed the nickle |
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Spilled like chablis along the midway |
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Theres a little bluejay |
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In a red dress, on a sad night |
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One straw in a rootbeer |
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A compact with a cracked mirror |
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And a bottle of evening in paris perfume |
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Whats this sad tune |
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He told her to wait by the magazines |
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He had to take care of some business it seems |
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Bring a raincoat |
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And a suitcase |
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And your dark eyes |
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And wear those red shoes |
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Theres a dark huddle at the bus stop |
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Unbrellas arranged in a sad bouquet |
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Li'l cesar got caught |
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He has going down to second |
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He has cooled |
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Changing stations on the chamber |
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To steal a diamond |
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From a jewelry store for his baby |
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He loved the way she looked |
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In those red shoes |
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She waited by the drugstore |
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Cesaer had never been late before |
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And the dogs bayed the moon |
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And rattled their chains |
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And the cold jingle of taps in a puddle |
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Was the burgler alarm |
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Snitchin on cesaer |
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Note the rain washes memories from the sidewalks |
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And the hounds splash down the nickle |
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Full of soldiers |
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And santa claus is drunk in the ski room |
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And it's christmas eve |
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In a sad cafe |
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When the moon gets this way |
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Ther's a little blue my |
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By the newstand |
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Wearing red shoes |
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So meet me tonight by the drugstore |
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W're goin' out tonight |
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Wear your red shoes |