Silver Shoes

Silver lady, lost in a haze,

Rregretting what you are

The memory of your claim to fame

Is left to bitter stars.

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,

To try and get some wine,

Waiting for the elevator

To take you to your blind.



Silver shoes and see-through blues

Hit me right between the eyes.



Cocktail bars, straight-edge cars,

Are your dreams come true.

Tomorrow shouldn't know it,

But now it's showin' through and through.



It hurts when people let you know

That you're not a movie star.




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