Shoe Made of Glass Songtext
von Ben Bailey Smith

Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye
If you don′t know yet, you won't believe
What I′m about to tell
But our handsome young prince at the ball
Well, he fell for a pretty young lady
I hear quite the stunner
Who then turned out to be
Uh-huh, quite the runner


See, at the end of the night
This woman split so fast
She left no name
No ID, just a shoe made of glass
And now he's looking
For the girl
With the other glass slipper
No buckles, no laces
Not even a zipper
The shoe, the shoe, does it look like this?
That's a dirty old boot, lady, swing and a miss
It′s hard for me to tell, could my foot be right?
Your foot′s the size of a canoe, ma'am, way too tight
How unfortunate for me that I birthed
Ten sons

That is too bad
But I like those vocal runs
Ey, ey, ey
People, look, it ain′t me who needs convincing
I ain't the one with the ring-a-ding-ding
Go home, get your girls in the shoe that goes bling
And don′t show it to me, tell it to your future king