Arrived in Paris in my Paul Smith shoes The purple ones, they weren't hard to choose I was feeling high I had no blues I was grooving to the sound of my heartbeat, yeah
All the guys were just checking my dues So I kicked a smile, swung my hips on cue Everybody was looking at my feet Staring hard, couldn't resist
I always wear my Paul Smith shoes So good to wear my little purple shoes
No one in this world Can touch how I feel And I fly butterfly So high spinning wheel
Don't try winning me Down to how you feel And I fly butterfly So high spinning wheel
It was cold, I didn't feel the cold Everyday I was unknown I was always dancing in the street Everybody was looking at me
Somenone asked me where I got my shoes I said in London where you will see Girls in winter with no tights on Bare-legged, loving and free
I always wear my Paul Smith shoes So good to wear my little purple shoes
I don't care if it's cold or hot I don'T care if you like them or not
I always wear my Paul Smith shoes So good to wear my little purple shoes