Текст песни Harper Roy - Same Shoes
Harper Roy - Same Shoes слова песни
I see pictures of the porscheSmashed and twisted out of shapeHanging in officesTo match up with the drapeAnd posters of himIn boutiques where they couldn`t knowThe styles they`re inBelong to himAnd he died thirty years agoSame shoesShe became the way to lookThey thought that they could freezeWhile a hundred million menHad fantasiesAnd without a word saidAnd non to be understoodThose nervous laughsIn photographsHave captured loneliness for goodBut how could she refuseThe girl who pouted scarlet lipsAnd stood for high-heel shoesSame shoesI once was in HavanaWith dollars in my pantsWhere I met an old manWho was cleaning shoes for centsI said "Can I askHow it is, how you`re getting on?It must be strangeIn all this changeAnd how`s the revolution?"He said"Same shoes"