| 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 |