Our Own Cool Shoes ~ Música

(Whispered:)

My rotten food in the fridge

my Virgin Margarita on a cold cold cup,

well dear we gotta clean all the plates

so we can go on and move to the Lake

 

    Found myself on a cab

Talkin’ to a rather old man

"Weird Love, True Love" He said

As he told me of his wife

 Who is strangely already dead

 

I Started Thinking, Sweetheart.

I Want to have cool shoes

my own, pretty original

yet drastical love story

can't you see?

That is how we should be

we need our Cool Shoes...

 

 

Your Father is still on that strange jail

We visit him frequently when we ride to the fair

He always tells us how he got there:

Suicidal Attempt, for her true love

The Music, the Guitar and the Drugs!

 

I Started Thinking, Sweetheart.

I Want to have cool shoes

my own, pretty original

yet drastical love story

can't you see?

That is how we should be

we need our Cool Shoes...

 

(Solo)

 

Finally we have it…

One Original Black and Tragical Habit

Our Story of Sadness and Heartbreaks

Yet we still love each other like always.