Morten Abel - Fine Italian Shoes Lyrics
Any open, any open door I put my foot inAny full moon I lay on my backOn the cold atumn groundIn the park, on your lawnI lay on my ownAny old friendAny old friendUnknown will doWhats your nameWhere do you come fromAre you off or are you on?Came to see you anywayAllow me to stayTry to make a living out of what I doWho wants to buy a pair ofFine italian shoes?Came to myselfCame to myselfWith someones helpWalked straight to the doorDidn't look backThey got a big cat, I'm a ratI'm a fool, I'm patheticMy head should be on a stickCame to myselfCame to myselfWith someones helpWalked straight to the doorDidn't look backThey got a big cat,I'm a ratGet so carried away sometimesI live for my liesTry to make a living out of what I doI just started a shoeshopIn my hometownI've been through all the things you have to goThrought when you start something new....What size do you want, I see what I can do