Morten Abel Fine Italian Shoes Lyrics

Fine Italian Shoes Lyrics

Any open, any open door I put my foot in

Any full moon I lay on my back

On the cold atumn ground

In the park, on your lawn

I lay on my own



Any old friend

Any old friend

Unknown will do

Whats your name

Where do you come from

Are you off or are you on?

Came to see you anyway

Allow me to stay



Try to make a living out of what I do



Who wants to buy a pair of

Fine italian shoes?



Came to myself

Came to myself

With someones help

Walked straight to the door

Didn't look back

They got a big cat, I'm a rat

I'm a fool, I'm pathetic

My head should be on a stick



Came to myself

Came to myself

With someones help

Walked straight to the door

Didn't look back

They got a big cat,

I'm a rat

Get so carried away sometimes

I live for my lies



Try to make a living out of what I do

I just started a shoeshop

In my hometown

I've been through all the things you have to go

Throught when you start something new....



What size do you want, I see what I can do