The Shoe Salesman - The Residents

Sometimes I feel her feet

When I am fast asleep

I know that I am dreaming

But the touch is soft and sweet

The sleep

I know that I am dreaming

I went to see my mother

She told me of her lover

She had a long, long time ago

She’ll never have another

He put her on his bed

And looked at her instead

Of making love, he laughed a lot (laughed a lot and)

And this is what he said

Truth comes out of fiction

Love comes out of friction

Purity is interesting

But so is superstition

And so I go to work

I’m just a short-shirt clerk

And open up the store and say

Hello, my name is Burt

While I look at feet

My thoughts are bittersweet

I sure did love her black high heels

That were so indiscreet

But I am not bitter

Nor am I out to get her

I care so very much for her

I just want her shoes to fit her