Red Shoes - Chris Rea

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