| Song | Red Shoes By The Drugstore |
| Artist | Tom Waits |
| Album | Blue Valentine |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Waits | |
| she wore red shoes by the newstand | |
| as the rain splashed the nickle | |
| spilled like chablis along the midway | |
| theres a little bluejay | |
| in a red dress, on a sad night | |
| one straw in a rootbeer | |
| a compact with a cracked mirror | |
| and a bottle of evening in paris perfume | |
| whats this sad tune | |
| he told her to wait by the magazines | |
| he had to take care of some business it seems | |
| bring a raincoat | |
| and a suitcase | |
| and your dark eyes | |
| and wear those red shoes | |
| theres a dark huddle at the bus stop | |
| unbrellas arranged in a sad bouquet | |
| Li'l cesar got caught | |
| he has going down to second | |
| he has cooled | |
| changing stations on the chamber | |
| to steal a diamond | |
| from a jewelry store for his baby | |
| he loved the way she looked | |
| in those red shoes | |
| she waited by the drugstore | |
| cesaer had never been late before | |
| and the dogs bayed the moon | |
| and rattled their chains | |
| and the cold jingle of taps in a puddle | |
| was the burgler alarm | |
| snitchin on cesaer | |
| note the rain washes memories from the sidewalks | |
| and the hounds splash down the nickle | |
| full of soldiers | |
| and santa claus is drunk in the ski room | |
| and it's christmas eve | |
| in a sad cafe | |
| when the moon gets this way | |
| ther's a little blue my | |
| by the newstand | |
| wearing red shoes | |
| so meet me tonight by the drugstore | |
| w're goin' out tonight | |
| wear your red shoes |
| zuo ci : Waits | |
| she wore red shoes by the newstand | |
| as the rain splashed the nickle | |
| spilled like chablis along the midway | |
| theres a little bluejay | |
| in a red dress, on a sad night | |
| one straw in a rootbeer | |
| a compact with a cracked mirror | |
| and a bottle of evening in paris perfume | |
| whats this sad tune | |
| he told her to wait by the magazines | |
| he had to take care of some business it seems | |
| bring a raincoat | |
| and a suitcase | |
| and your dark eyes | |
| and wear those red shoes | |
| theres a dark huddle at the bus stop | |
| unbrellas arranged in a sad bouquet | |
| Li' l cesar got caught | |
| he has going down to second | |
| he has cooled | |
| changing stations on the chamber | |
| to steal a diamond | |
| from a jewelry store for his baby | |
| he loved the way she looked | |
| in those red shoes | |
| she waited by the drugstore | |
| cesaer had never been late before | |
| and the dogs bayed the moon | |
| and rattled their chains | |
| and the cold jingle of taps in a puddle | |
| was the burgler alarm | |
| snitchin on cesaer | |
| note the rain washes memories from the sidewalks | |
| and the hounds splash down the nickle | |
| full of soldiers | |
| and santa claus is drunk in the ski room | |
| and it' s christmas eve | |
| in a sad cafe | |
| when the moon gets this way | |
| ther' s a little blue my | |
| by the newstand | |
| wearing red shoes | |
| so meet me tonight by the drugstore | |
| w' re goin' out tonight | |
| wear your red shoes |
| zuò cí : Waits | |
| she wore red shoes by the newstand | |
| as the rain splashed the nickle | |
| spilled like chablis along the midway | |
| theres a little bluejay | |
| in a red dress, on a sad night | |
| one straw in a rootbeer | |
| a compact with a cracked mirror | |
| and a bottle of evening in paris perfume | |
| whats this sad tune | |
| he told her to wait by the magazines | |
| he had to take care of some business it seems | |
| bring a raincoat | |
| and a suitcase | |
| and your dark eyes | |
| and wear those red shoes | |
| theres a dark huddle at the bus stop | |
| unbrellas arranged in a sad bouquet | |
| Li' l cesar got caught | |
| he has going down to second | |
| he has cooled | |
| changing stations on the chamber | |
| to steal a diamond | |
| from a jewelry store for his baby | |
| he loved the way she looked | |
| in those red shoes | |
| she waited by the drugstore | |
| cesaer had never been late before | |
| and the dogs bayed the moon | |
| and rattled their chains | |
| and the cold jingle of taps in a puddle | |
| was the burgler alarm | |
| snitchin on cesaer | |
| note the rain washes memories from the sidewalks | |
| and the hounds splash down the nickle | |
| full of soldiers | |
| and santa claus is drunk in the ski room | |
| and it' s christmas eve | |
| in a sad cafe | |
| when the moon gets this way | |
| ther' s a little blue my | |
| by the newstand | |
| wearing red shoes | |
| so meet me tonight by the drugstore | |
| w' re goin' out tonight | |
| wear your red shoes |