Margo May - Blue Shoes | Текст песни

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I'm glad that he lives down the street,
essentially.
Chance that we'll meet is 4 out of 10.
This town tends to act like a pen.
If I had to choose any old shoes,
I'd choose the ones that he wears.
If I had to stare at any old face,
I'd choose the one that God gave.
To him I can't win,
He don't even know who I am.

I'm glad that he rides his back on the street,
I tend to see him at stop lights from time to time.
I imagine that I'm on the back of his bike,
That's how I think in my head.
If I had to bring him any old thing,
I'd bring him a beer after work.
If I had to stare at any old face,
I'd choose the one that God gave.
To him I can't win,
He don't even know who I am

If I don't see him around this town,
for months at a time.
Know that he's probably in some far of country,
riding on his motorbike.
If I had to choose any old shoes,
I'd choose the ones he wears.
If I had to stare at any old face,
I'd choose the one that God gave.
To him I can't win,
He don't even know who I am.

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