Take My Shoes

I know her shoes must've cost more than my car

Still she was so young and so unemployed,

Sitting on the side of the street with a look as if she

Was a hundred - a hundred years old.

"take my shoes and run!" she said

"they'll be shaking your cock as if they shook your hand"

Two clear blue eyes looking up towards

An opening i've never seen before.

And it's impossible to think with all these people around.

Though i couldn't see none, cause i was looking down.

Two feet, concrete, must've been crawling.

Her blue eyes must've cried, her tears will come falling down

On our tense shoulders.

"citizens! costumers! they try to call us names.

But we are living metaphors: impossible to paraphrase.

Everyone's barking when we could be howling like wolves!

Everyone's talking when we could be shouting like this:

... "

I know her shoes must've cost more than my heart

Still she was so young and unrepairable,

Sitting on the concrete with a look as if she

Was a product - already sold.

And she said: "take another look at your shoes, girl,

Seems like they've gained a few pounds

And there's that horrible sound again,

With the scraping and the scratching,

And the ticky-tacky-ing...

Yeah, they kinda look like knees, ya see?

Yeah, they kinda look like knees!"