Her Red Shoes
She's gone out
Dancing in her red shoes
Cause they dance better than the blues
She knows later on she must choose
But she don't want to
At the party she went in
Knowing fully well she's too thin
Avoids the stares of all the men
Just drinking gin
She don't know when
All of her friends are gonna give up on her
Instead she'll just give up on them
It's easier than changing
She looks around at all the men
And invites one in...
