An Ode to My little red shoes I set off on my journey, With my suitcase full of gear, I don’t know where I’m going, But I sure am leaving here. And I’m walking in my red shoes, I know they won’t let me down. My red shoes keep me moving, I go from town to town. I’m walking around India, The people tend to stare, They don’t mind my red shoes, But they sure look at my hair. And I’m walking in my red shoes, Through the dirt and dust and grime, My red shoes keep me moving, Come hail, rain or shine. When walking through the monsoon, My red shoes can be seen, Don’t worry ‘bout the water, ‘Cause they’re made of Neoprene. And I’m walking in my red shoes, They hold my feet
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