Same Shoes Lyrics - Harper Roy

I see pictures of the porsche 

Smashed and twisted out of shape 

Hanging in offices 

To match up with the drape 

And posters of him 

In boutiques where they couldn't know 

The styles they're in 

Belong to him 

And he died thirty years ago 

Same shoes 

She became the way to look 

They thought that they could freeze 

While a hundred million men 

Had fantasies 

And without a word said 

And non to be understood 

Those nervous laughs 

In photographs 

Have captured loneliness for good 

But how could she refuse 

The girl who pouted scarlet lips 

And stood for high-heel shoes 

Same shoes 

I once was in Havana 

With dollars in my pants 

Where I met an old man 

Who was cleaning shoes for cents 

I said "Can I ask 

How it is, how you're getting on? 

It must be strange 

In all this change 

And how's the revolution?" 

He said 

"Same shoes"