Album : Auberge
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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
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
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