Sitting on the wall in the drive thru.
Single red shoe, you made me laugh.
I had to take a picture of you.
Single red shoe, with your velvet toe and sparkling heel;
what are you doing on the wall?
Single red shoe, aren’t you afraid to fall?
In the 45 minutes we sat and enjoyed our lunch;
single red shoe, at least 40 people saw you.
Sitting on the wall. Did any of them have a hunch,
a notion, an idea of why you were hanging out
on this ledge?
Single red shoe, will the breeze from a passerby push you over the edge?
Will you teeter on your thin spike?
Will you get ran over and smushed?
Single red shoe, I hope someone comes along and claims you.
You have a mate some place.
Single red shoe, you brought a smile to my face.
A curl to my lips. You are so out of place.
Sitting on the wall in the drive thru.
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