Shoe, shoe, shoe
In de stijl van blue suede shoes van Elvis:
Shoe, shoe, shoe
I want you to be aprised,
that i come to your surprise.
So let me introduce myself:
At first i am Mr. talking shoe,
pulling my strings.
Then i am Mr. walking shoe,
coming closer to you.
And finally i am Mr fucking shoe,
cuz i find you fucking great.
So shoe, shoe, shoe,
it's all about me and you.
Taking time to remember ourselves.
Yeah at first you're the one shoe,
talking bout me and you.
Then you're the other shoe,
cudling your feet, cuz we gotta meet.
And then your that fucking shoe,
coming out of the blue.
So shoe, shoe, shoe,
we've got nothing else to do.
But to remember bout me and you....
Shoe, shoe, shoe
I want you to be aprised,
that i come to your surprise.
So let me introduce myself:
At first i am Mr. talking shoe,
pulling my strings.
Then i am Mr. walking shoe,
coming closer to you.
And finally i am Mr fucking shoe,
cuz i find you fucking great.
So shoe, shoe, shoe,
it's all about me and you.
Taking time to remember ourselves.
Yeah at first you're the one shoe,
talking bout me and you.
Then you're the other shoe,
cudling your feet, cuz we gotta meet.
And then your that fucking shoe,
coming out of the blue.
So shoe, shoe, shoe,
we've got nothing else to do.
But to remember bout me and you....
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| Auteur: Boomvader Ruerd | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: pantarhei | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 08 april 2014 | ||
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