作词 : Waits she wore red shoes by the newstand as the rain splashed the nickle spilled like chablis along the midway theres a little bluejay in a red dress, on a sad night
one straw in a rootbeer a compact with a cracked mirror and a bottle of evening in paris perfume whats this sad tune
he told her to wait by the magazines he had to take care of some business it seems bring a raincoat and a suitcase and your dark eyes and wear those red shoes
theres a dark huddle at the bus stop unbrellas arranged in a sad bouquet Li'l cesar got caught he has going down to second he has cooled changing stations on the chamber to steal a diamond from a jewelry store for his baby he loved the way she looked in those red shoes
she waited by the drugstore cesaer had never been late before and the dogs bayed the moon and rattled their chains and the cold jingle of taps in a puddle was the burgler alarm snitchin on cesaer
note the rain washes memories from the sidewalks and the hounds splash down the nickle full of soldiers and santa claus is drunk in the ski room and it's christmas eve in a sad cafe when the moon gets this way ther's a little blue my by the newstand wearing red shoes
so meet me tonight by the drugstore w're goin' out tonight wear your red shoes
作词 : Waits she wore red shoes by the newstand as the rain splashed the nickle spilled like chablis along the midway theres a little bluejay in a red dress, on a sad night
one straw in a rootbeer a compact with a cracked mirror and a bottle of evening in paris perfume whats this sad tune
he told her to wait by the magazines he had to take care of some business it seems bring a raincoat and a suitcase and your dark eyes and wear those red shoes
theres a dark huddle at the bus stop unbrellas arranged in a sad bouquet Li'l cesar got caught he has going down to second he has cooled changing stations on the chamber to steal a diamond from a jewelry store for his baby he loved the way she looked in those red shoes
she waited by the drugstore cesaer had never been late before and the dogs bayed the moon and rattled their chains and the cold jingle of taps in a puddle was the burgler alarm snitchin on cesaer
note the rain washes memories from the sidewalks and the hounds splash down the nickle full of soldiers and santa claus is drunk in the ski room and it's christmas eve in a sad cafe when the moon gets this way ther's a little blue my by the newstand wearing red shoes
so meet me tonight by the drugstore w're goin' out tonight wear your red shoes
