On the road now, fellas.
Don't get jealous.
I got new shoes, and they shine -- and they shine,
Oh, I feel so tall, and they're mine, they're all mine...
But then, she walks in.
What's she wearin'?
Bare feet looking just plain fine.
She's coq au vin, truffles, and wine.
I'm manager's special... I'm swine.
And my shoes, like a noose,
burn inside. I can't hide.
I stepped out; eyes galore. I abide.
I converse, you to you, those shoes glide.
And the part that you see ain't that pretty,
and you know that, but well, you still like me...
Like a fairly bruised apple; you buy it,
but you won't know the depth till you try it.
Cut me open. I'll squirms.
Pull the skin back; all worms.
And I know that you see. (Don't you see?)
You've got to be lying to me.
Tell me I'm good,
say I'm understood,
It's gotta be some sort of pity.
Like an unwanted cat in the city.
Give it milk, scratch its ears, shut the door...
so you won't hear it squall anymore.
