Shoes

its not the way you walk.,
its not the way you hold your fork,
its not the stupid things you say in bed when i come in your face.
the way you hold a cigarette,
the way you smile when you’re wet,
the way you make me cups of tea when i stay round at your place.
its just the shoes you wear,
its your shoes that turn me on,
i dont choose to stare,
so please dont get me wrong
i think your shoes can say alot,
'bout who you are or who you’re not
so much more than gloves or coats or hats or glasses can,
but when i see you out in heels,
then i know your not for me.
but the difference thing is your wearing ???
instrumental bit
its the shoes you wear
i dont make???
its the shoes you wear
its the shoes that turn me on