Monday, February 9, 2009

A-wa a-wa (Diamonds on the soles of her shoes, Paul Simon)


She's a rich girl - she don't try to hide it.
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes.
He's a poor boy - empty as a pocket.
Empty as a pocket with nothing to lose.

Sing Ta na na
Ta na na na
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes.
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes - diamonds on the soles of her shoes.
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes.
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes.
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes.



People say she's crazy.
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes.
Well that's one way to lose these
Walking blues - diamonds on the soles of her shoes.

She was physically forgotten
but then she slipped into my pocket
With my car keys.
She said,
"You've taken me for granted because I please you - wearing these
diamonds."


And I could say Oooooooooo ooooooooo ooooooooooooooooooooo,
As if everybody knows what I'm talking about.
As if everybody here would know exactly what I was talking about.
Talking about diamonds on the soles of her shoes.


She makes the sign of a teaspoon.
He makes the sign of a wave.
The poor boy changes clothes and puts on after-shave,
To compensate for his ordinary shoes,
And she said, "Honey, take me dancing!"
But they ended up by sleeping in a doorway,
By the bodegas and the lights on
Upper Broadway,
Wearing diamonds on the soles of their shoes,



And I could say Oooooooooo ooooooooo ooooooooooooooooooooo,
As if everybody knows what I'm talking about.
As if everybody here would know exactly what I was talking about.
Talking about diamonds on the soles of her shoes.


People say I'm crazy.
I got diamonds on the soles of my shoes.
Well that's one way to lose these
Walking blues - diamonds on the soles of my shoes.

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