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