What a Tale I'D Tell

If I could just use my tongue, oh what a tale I'd tell One filled with your neglect, that's made my life hell You've worn me out; you've filled me with holes There's a gash in my side; nails stick out of my soles You get me all dirty; then you throw me around You flood me with rain; I'm so damp I could drown When you take me off, you toss me aside Are you ashamed of me? Should I run and hide? Well, I shall get even with you, my ex-friend I'll pinch you in the sides, in the front, in the end When you need me to shine for a special affair I'll show all my scuffs and scratches, you'd better beware And if you go to get new shoes, that'll be your death knell No one'll sell you a pair, the way your feet will smell