Chris Rea - Red shoes

Auberge / 1991-03-01 1. And you my love 2. Auberge 3. Every second counts 4. Gone fishing 5. Heaven 6. Looking for the summer 7. Red shoes 8. Set me free 9. Sing a song of love to me 10. The mention of your name 11. You're not a number

Red shoes

I was born a beggar
With the garbage round my feet
The devil lived in every hole
And every corner of the street
When misery is all there is
You got nothing to lose
So come on and buy me
Come on and buy me
Some red, red, red shoes

Don't tell me what I do is wrong
Don't preach 'cos you don't know
'Cos I was left without a chance
Such a long time ago
And anything is better
Than being cut and bruised
So come on and buy me
Some red, red, red shoes
Don't tell me what I do is wrong
Don't preach 'cos you don't know
'Cos I was left without a chance
Such a long time ago
And anything is better
Than being battered and bruised
So come on and buy me
Some red, red, red shoes