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2009 - Serbia

Recorded by: Marko Kon & Milaan
Music by: Marko Kon, Milan 'Milaan' Nikolić, Aleksandar Milanović Kobac
Lyrics by: Malkom Bridžer
Language: English
Other versions: Russian, French, Greek, Finnish, Hebrew
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Shoe
Met her on the boulevard, shopping with her credit cards
A ballerina from Marseille
I cannot grumble, not that I'm humble
She bought me dancing shoes, we danced the night away
 
I fell in love with fer, my fancy Frenchly cure
And she was heaven in the sack
I'm from the wrong world, so many tales to tell
I'm just a loner from the wrong side of the track
Shoe
 
Dear, oh dear, you spent all our money
We pressed your clothes, your shoes were cleaned
But I must leave, why can't ya see the final place that it's sunny?
I'm not the rich man of your dreams
As it seems
 
Went back to the boulevard, cancelled all her credit cards
My ballerina from Marseille
I cannot grumble, I have been tumbled
She turned her back on me and vanished in the air
 
We had a lovely vibe, she bought expensive wines
Now I am on the road again
She broke my heart at night, I tied my laces tight
I heard her screaming and I knew it was the end
Shoe
 
Dear, oh dear, you spent all our money
We pressed your clothes, your shoes were cleaned
But I must leave, why can't ya see the final place that it's sunny
I'm not the rich man of your dreams
 
Beers and tears, you tasted our honey
And made a monkey out of me
You gotta leave, why can't ya see the final place that it's sunny?
Take your shoes and leave it be
If you please
 
Dear, oh dear, you spent all our money
We pressed your clothes, your shoes were cleaned
You gotta leave, why can't ya see the final place that it's sunny?
I'm not the rich man of your dreams
As it seems
 
Beers and tears, you tasted our honey
And made a monkey out of me
You gotta leave, why can't ya see the final place that it's sunny?
Take your shoes and leave it be
If you please