I was born a beggar With the garbage round my feet The devil lived in every hole And every corner of the street When misery is all there is You got nothing to lose So come on and buy me Come on and buy me Some red, red, red shoes Don't tell me what I do is wrong Don't preach 'cos you don't know 'cos I was left without a chance Such a long time ago And anything is better Than being cut and bruised So come on and buy me Some red, red, red shoes Don't tell me what I do is wrong Don't preach 'cos you don't know 'cos I was left without a chance Such a long time ago And anything is better Than being battered and bruised So come on and buy me Some red, red, red shoes
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