The French - p**n Shoes lyrics

He wore a cotton shirt by Ben Sherman, And underpants by Calvin Klein. He wore his best Levi's with a leather belt, Which he bought in Crete, from a peasant girl. He cooked a pasta dish, that was his favourite, He cooked it very slow, that made the sauces thick. His bed was freshly made, just in case she was due at eight, She was half hour late She wore gold shoes with diamante, Like Kylie wore on TV, They kept her feeling s**y, They were what she always wanted. But he thought they looked like p**n shoes, Like the p**n stars wear in p**n films, But he thought they made her s**y, But they weren't what he expected, no, oh, oh. She stepped inside his house and looked around herself She saw a poster print by Gustav Klimt She thought that rather cra** for a northern la**, Who moved south long ago, to join the middle cla**. She wore gold shoes with diamante, Like Kylie on the TV. They kept her feeling s**y, They were what she always wanted. But he thought they looked like p**n shoes, Like the p**n stars wear in p**n films. But he thought they made her s**y, But they weren't what he expected. The girl wa** hot and out of sight, But a little forced and a little uptight. He hoped she would spent the night But leave soon in the morning. He's had his fill of lipstick girls, Who think they're cool and own the world. He'd have a girl with flat-soled shoes, But he wouldn't know what to do with her. She wore gold shoes with diamante. Like Kylie on the TV. They kept her feeling s**y, They were what she always wanted. But he thought they looked like p**n shoes, Like the p**n stars wear in p**n films. But he thought they made her s**y, But they weren't what he expected, no, oh, oh.