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Silver Shoes

Silver lady, lost in a haze,

Regretting what you are

The memory of your claim to fame

Has left a bitter  scar.

It hurts when people let you know

You're not a movie star

It's harder now than yesterday,

As the lines begin to show.

Waiting, crazy hotel lady,

Trying to get some more,

Waiting for the elevator

To  take  you to your floor.

Silver shoes and see-through blues

Hit me right between the eyes.

Cocktail bars and straight-eight cars,

And all your dreams come true

Tomorrow didn’t matter then,

But now it's showin' through

Silver shoes and see-through blues

Hit me right between the eyes.