These Shoes — MARIA MENA

I said I said I said I would cater to your ego and fold my hands in prayer for your religion if you would love me and walk me every day

You said, you said, you said. You would not let your indecision get in the way of my night but you still managed to bring your bad temper to my little show

I can not walk in these shoes They hurt my toes I can not stay in your grip You hurt my nose because you squeeze too hard let go of my head

They said, they said, they said I should get a hobby like learn how to play the accordion to tell some of my records but my fingers can't keep up

I can not walk in these shoes They hurt my toes I can not stay in your grip You hurt my nose because you squeeze too hard let go of my head