Ask my shoes, they’ll tell you the secret
Of why I am not talking to you anymore
Like why my feet are reluctant to walk
And find paths the lead to you
Ask my shoes, and you’ll hear them protest
They sit by the corner, feeling lonely, and black
Desolate and unwanted, because you saw me with them
Because they were not like other men's shoes
Because shoes maketh a man, they didn’t mold me
They came short of creating an ideal man
A man deserving your undying affection
I might as well been barefoot
Ask my shoes where I have been
All the ladies I have been to
And they will tell you without saying a word
That I am lonely and desolate as they are
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