Morten Abel - 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 What's 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