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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554628" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>(Growing Pains) Red Shoes Blues</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554628" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">This is a song which should be chanted! (Based on a childhood memory) <br>............................................. ................................................. ..............</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554628" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Red shoes, <br>she wanted...<br>red shoes...<br> <br>they had to be red she said, <br>they had to be red...<br> <br>no way she could explain <br>when she was only three...<br>no way that she could dance <br>through her three-year-old day <br>without </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554628" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">red shoes... <br>red shoes... <br>she got the red shoes blues.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554628" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>She wanted <br>stiletto heels... <br>stiletto heels... <br>stilet-tos... <br>stilet-tos...<br>she was fifteen <br>and there wasn’t any way <br>that she was going to dance <br>through her teenage day <br>without stilet...tos... <br>with those... <br>pointy toes... <br>she got the winkle-picker blues.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554628" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>She wanted... high boots... <br>she wanted... ankle boots... <br>she wanted stamp-your-face <br>Bob Marten bovver boots... <br>she wanted... slippers <br>as wide as... kippers... <br>she wanted sandals <br>with wedge heels, <br>flip-flops and pumps... <br>she walks into a shoe-shop and everybody jumps...<br>And now she’s forty <br>it isn’t naughty... <br>to try ‘em, to buy ‘em, <br>not to walk on by ‘em... </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554628" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>But nothing ever beat those <br>red shoes...<br>red shoes... <br>the red shoes... <br>dancing through the day until you’re dead shoes... </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554628" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">red shoes... <br>red shoes.... <br>she got the red shoes blues.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Janice+Windle">Janice Windle</a></strong></div>