Sunday, October 28, 2007
Another Italian Down.
Another pair of Italian shoes have succumbed to the streets of New York. What the heck? Why aren't the Italians coming through for me here? I have invested in them with staunch loyalty. But 2 in one month? And this pair sadly before the first snow. I'm considering an investment in foot protection made of Kevlar. Maybe by Russians. Or Mongolians.
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weirdly, i fondly remember those boots. i don't know why (no, i didn't wear them while you weren't looking)...i guess like all old things...nothing lasts forever.
This one is for you, Miss.
I'd sing it for you, but you know how absolutely horrible that is... Haha!
*ahem*
You keep saying you've got something for me.
something you call love, but confess.
You've been messin' where you shouldn't have been a messin'
and now someone else is gettin' all your best.
These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.
You keep lying, when you oughta be truthin'
and you keep losin' when you oughta not bet.
You keep samin' when you oughta be changin'.
Now what's right is right, but you ain't been right yet.
These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.
You keep playin' where you shouldn't be playin
and you keep thinkin' that you´ll never get burnt.
Ha! I just found me a brand new box of matches yeah
and what he know you ain't HAD time to learn.
Are you ready boots? Start walkin'!
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