From the recording THE KEY

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Lyrics

GIRL, I DIG YOUR SHOES

You always were a clothes horse,
Even when you were naked.
You let nature run its course;
Thought your body was sacred.

You were always dressed to kill,
Looking for your next victim.
It was always the same drill –
You knocked ‘em down, then kicked ‘em.

You always treated me
Like I was your pet clown;
Always liked to kick me
Whenever I was down.
I never liked the view,
But what else could I do -
Except say this to you?
“Girl, I dig your shoes!”

I worshiped at your altar;
Played the sinner at your shrine.
When our love seemed to falter,
You shouted, “Vengeance is mine!”

Now, you’re there in your coffin,
And I’m here trying to pray.
It’s really not that often
That I have nothing to say.

Got tired of you treatin’
Me like your pet clown.
Now, I’m still breathin’
You’re the one who’s down.
That dress doesn’t do
Anything for you,
But one thing’s still true:
Girl, I dig your shoes!

Copyright © 2006 Lex Zaleta