People say she's crazy She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes Well that's one way to lose these Walking blues Diamonds on the soles of your shoes
She was physically forgotten And then she slipped into my pocket With my car keys She said you've taken me for granted Because I please you Wearing these diamonds
And I could say oo oo oo As if everybody knows What I'm talking about As if everybody here would know Exactly what I was talking about Talking about diamonds on the soles of her shoes
She makes the sign of a teaspoon He makes the sign of a wave The poor boy changes clothes And he puts on after-shave To compensate for his ordinary shoes
And she said honey take me dancing But they ended up by sleeping In a doorway By the bodegas and the lights on Upper Broadway Wearing diamonds on the soles of their shoes
She’s a rich girl, She don’t try to hide it Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
He’s a poor boy Empty as a pocket With nothing to loseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
