I'm not relying on my wit
I'm only trying to find a fit
Don't want to stand out in a crowd
I'm counting on my feet where the music is loud

What I like about you
What helps me break through
Is our common shoes
Our common shoes

I'm hoping you will see
The subtle mediocrity
The personality below the knee
The key to my identity

I once believe, I could wear them all day
And if they hurt, all I had to do was change
Now I can feel the earth through a growing hole
And now I wish to replace my weary soul

Tripping though my destiny
Companions of my tragedy
Not unusual just part of the norm
I'm holding out for a shoe horn

What I liked about you
What helped me break through
I hate these shoes! Get them off!