The Shoe Salesman

Sometimes I feel her feet When I am fast asleep I know that I am dreaming But the touch is soft and sweet The sleep I know that I am dreaming I went to see my mother She told me of her lover She had a long, long time ago She'll never have another He put her on his bed And looked at her instead Of making love, he laughed a lot (laughed a lot and) And this is what he said Truth comes out of fiction Love comes out of friction Purity is interesting But so is superstition And so I go to work I'm just a short-shirt clerk And open up the store and say Hello, my name is Burt While I look at feet My thoughts are bittersweet I sure did love her black high heels That were so indiscreet But I am not bitter Nor am I out to get her I care so very much for her I just want her shoes to fit her [Repeat Last Verse]