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Fancy Shoes

 

Fancy Shoes

(album: MK III - 2013)


There's a thundercloud behind those eyes
A storm's a-brewing, in your mind-thoughts
A static electric discharge will emanate from your swollen heart
Well, the doctor prescribes
Rubber souls

You can teach a robot, how to dance
You can't teach a pair of shorts, how to pants

Stand between two mirrors, and look into the distance
You'll see you times infinite, still you're only human

It's a suit and tie affair and you're only wearing shoes
Although they're pretty slick, no one will let you through

Well, it doesn't matter those fancy shoes, it's all about the words you choose
It doesn't matter those fancy shoes, it's all about the friends you'll lose
It doesn't matter those fancy shoes, so why would, why would you?
I can see where there may be some confusion, I was once just like you
Let me tell you a story to clarify the matter, once upon a time a mouse put on some shoes
Hey friend, where'd you get those fancy shoes,
Are you wearing them, or are they wearing you
I've seen you walking down the boulevard,
You must've come pretty far, you make it look real hard
Those shoes, sparkle gold and blue, always seem brand new,
Must've set you back a few
Oh my, fancy shoes distract me, I'm in the path of a bus in the
Middle of a busy street
You can fix a robot, buff out the dents
Strap him into a pair of fancy shoes and, flip the switch to commence

But when all's said and done, are the shoes built for fun?
Or to protect from broken glass or toe biters in tall grass?

When everyone's in red, you wear blue
It's just like you to ignore simple truths
Well, it doesn't matter those fancy shoes, it's all about the words you choose
It doesn't matter those fancy shoes, it's all about the friends you'll lose
It doesn't matter those fancy shoes, it's all about the toes you'll lose
It doesn't matter those fancy shoes, so why would, why would you?

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