Red Is The Colour Of My True Love's Shoes
In her little red shoes
she stands out in a crowd
turns heads each and every time
and if she looked my way
I'd be walking on air
I'd be on cloud nine
in her little black dress
she enters the room
everyone stares you can hear them sigh
and if she smiled at me
I'd be over the moon
I'd be flying high
the little black dress
completes her wardrobe
her stilettos complete my fantasy
drinking champagne from either shoe
scarlet crimson carmine vermilion
red is the colour any hue will do
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