Her Red Shoes

She's gone out

Dancing in her red shoes

Cause they dance better than the blues

She knows later on she must choose

But she don't want to

At the party she went in

Knowing fully well she's too thin

Avoids the stares of all the men

Just drinking gin

She don't know when

All of her friends are gonna give up on her

Instead she'll just give up on them

It's easier than changing

She looks around at all the men

And invites one in...