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Rich Shoes
I don’t know what I should do anymore.
Fire forms around your fingertips
Leaving everyone blind to the core
Well maybe I shouldn’t think of you
Think of you in your rich shoes
And sometimes when I look at you
You look at me too.
And lord does it feel so sweet
It brings me to my knees
And just as fast you turn away
Looking at another girl’s way.
Saw you at the school today
I’ve been talking to you but not face to face
And sometimes I wonder what you think of me
And sometimes I wonder what you think of this world baby
But no, you think nothing. Because, how could you not be like them?
How could you be like me?
Well maybe I shouldn’t think of you
Think of you in your rich shoes
And sometimes when I look at you
You look at me too.
And lord does it feel so sweet
It brings me to my knees
And just as fast you turn away
Looking at another girl’s way.
Ohh, I saw you with her
she’s got as much money as you
But she doesn’t even have a clue
That you and us and everyone isn’t just black and white.
And ooh, well maybe I shouldn’t intervene, just stay my way
But honey, come on, can you just look at me?
And walk away, walk away. Never, no, never turn around.
Because when your with her I see the lust in your eyes, and it makes me hate you.
It makes me cry.
Well maybe I shouldn’t think of you
Think of you in your rich shoes
And sometimes when I look at you
You look at me too.
And lord does it feel so sweet
It brings me to my knees
And just as fast you turn away
Looking at another girl’s way.
And I’ll go away as fire burns at your fingertips
Burning me to the core
And walking away as if you’ll never notice
My cold lifeless soul in a lump on your floor.
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