All kinds of Shoes
Josh Robins
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The Gypsy Prince's son was Johnny He was bloody good with money In the way hard men aren't smart men But they seem to have that knack Spent his youth down by the races And in other desperate places Helping rich men part with payslips On the prayer they'd get it back Down in Flea Street he first met her He'd been told about Rebecca She's got the eyes that see through lies They said and fire in her blood Never cared for dainty dresses Spends her days in orphanages Swapped the silk sheets of her family For working in the mud Spends her evenings in the king's head Sipping gin, tonic and lime In a drunken slur Johnny says, my love, you should unwind On a bed as fine as mine She says, you can buy all kinds of shoes But you can't only wear two Yours might be the finest leather But they don't look good on you Those gold rings made for the suffering Of many men I knew What will you do To all of their young boys who lost to you It hadn't scared her in the slightest This the only thing he noticed He'd seen fear on every woman's face He'd spoken to or kissed She thought his own, went red with anger But the boys, they all knew better No one saw him for three days and nights Till he comes back less well-dressed Puts a sober arm before her She lets him gently shake her hand Rolls her eyes before he says You are braver than any man To tell me who I am You can buy all kinds of shoes Today I've bought quite a few For the kids in Flea Street Halfway House I did that for you I can't promise that more honest men Will love the work I do But my gold rings were sold To buy one just for you Two months later at the wedding For a cheap one she'd been begging But her father and her Johnny Both fought hard to spend the most Still she put her best foot forward In the heels that they had bought her As she walked that white dress down the aisle She felt just like a ghost She screamed, what is it with your money Has it ever made you happy Why do rich men try to own me With the gold that they collect I told the coppers you would be here You're still profiting from fear Before you tell me that you love me Johnny, show me some respect Sergeant lee burst in the chapel Fifteen policemen right behind Says Johnny, finally you're mine And as they walk up to the alter Johnny looks her in the eyes You can buy all kinds of shoes But you can only wear two They're coming for me So the pair I'm wearing have to do They've got to run and they will not come back Not back to you Rebecca, how could you be so cruel I'd kill you if I had the time to lose Two years pass, Rebecca's working Flea street children's shoes she's fixing Seems like everything gains holes No matter how strong it might start She heard that Johnny had been living Like his gypsy dad before him Hunting rabbits in the forest And sleeping beneath the stars Amongst the queue of shoes before her In walks a pair she knows quite well She looks up to see the battered, ragged clothes And mucky face of John himself You can buy all kinds of shoes But you can only wear two I followed where mine wandered And they came right back to you you were long in my letters Before my tattoos And all that I had left is love for you That'll have to do
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