my shoes
I feel that my shoes are new
They are with me everywhere
Every step I take is with you
You shoes that accompany me
That makes me look good
They are everywhere
My shoes
Without you I’m not cold on my feel
I see good shoes
That I take with me everywhere
How time passes my shoes
They smell fresh out of the box
OH! Shoes over time and your form
Is not lost its nice to touch and what
Lead me to go through the past
My house big place where they criticize you but a like
I like how they wore shoes so much time
Together, and spent time and remember
Those French of my friend
Nice shoes and finish off
under my bad
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