Shes a Killer In Sneakers

SHE’S A KILLER IN SNEAKERS . . . She’s a killer in sneakers her - stealing through the streets at night Squeak - squeak - is all you ever hear from the squeaky little shites Do not contemplate the rain - or the squeaks will only get worse Stuck like glue to her feet - like some awful gawd forsaken curse I would like to get into her bedroom - and steal them away at night But honest - opened the bedroom door - the smell was up a height Bon fire night is soon a coming - and I am drawing up a master plan Somewhere in the middle of that fire - those squeaky sneakers land I just know the street will more than thank me - for that I can be sure So that those ever so squeaky sneakers - can never be heard no more Indiana Shaw . . . ; )