Из альбома: Bar Lounge Classics: Weekend Edition
Arrived in Paris in my Paul Smith shoes
The purple ones, they weren't hard to choose
I was feeling high I had no blues
I was grooving to the sound of my heartbeat, yeah
All the guys were just checking my dues
So I kicked a smile, swung my hips on cue
Everybody was looking at my feet
Staring hard, couldn't resist
I always wear my Paul Smith shoes
So good to wear my little purple shoes
It was cold, I didn't feel the cold
Everyday I was unknown
I was always dancing in the street
Everybody was looking at me
Somenone asked me where I got my shoes
I said in London where you will see
Girls in winter with no tights on
Bare-legged, loving and free
I always wear my Paul Smith shoes
So good to wear my little purple shoes
I don't care if it's cold or hot
I don'T care if you like them or not
I always wear my Paul Smith shoes
So good to wear my little purple shoes