Red Shoes By The Drugstore

She wore red shoes by the drugstore
As the rain splashed the nickel
Spilled like chablis along the midway
Theres a little bluejay
In a red dress, on a sad night
One straw in a rootbeer
A compact with a cracked mirror
And a bottle of evening in paris perfume
He told her to wait in by the magazines
He had to take care of some buisness it seems
Bring a raincoat and a suitcase
And your dark eyes
And wear those red shoes
Theres a dark huddle at the bus stop
Umbrellas arranged in a sad bouquet
Li’l cesaer got caught
He was going down to second
He was cooled
Changing stations on the chamber
To steal a diamond