RED SHOES slowly riding in the summer's wind I'm walking, laughing around, in the streets of this town talking to myself: "I have a concern, I want you to come in your RED SHOES" slowly riding in the summer's wind I'm waving, laughing around, my little nose in the air talking to myself: "I have a concern, I want you to dance in your RED SHOES" slowly riding in the summer's wind we're lying, laughing around, in the grass in this place talking to you: "I have a concern, I want you to take off your RED SHOES"