My Old Shoe/Our Final Wish
by Iris
Intro: ,
He leans back, picks up his fork
Looks nervous down at the pork, he search his pocket
hold my breath as knees hit the ground
he bends down pick up his sock, and this is how it sounds
Would you check out my old shoes
your cooking is way too good, not something to throw away
Would you do me the honor to do the dish
And honey tomorrow, what about fish?
(Lady, you wish)
I said Iâd wait for you till the end
But dear I never really knew, what that meant
I never pictured the red Sedan
Housekeeping instead of law, and you going on about
Those big old holes in those damn shoes
And how my cooking is too good, for you to throw away
I keep doing you the honor taking the dish
And honey tomorrow, (do your own ing fish!)
(Lady, you wish)
,
(I can always wish) (m-m)
the same old song the same routine, kid, house and dog
then he hands me a box, said here s the deal:
(Oh)Please marry this old shoe
Your cooking is so darn good, let me have a bite on my last day
Would do me the honor? He asked with a kiss
Honey let it wait, forget that fish
Lady, you re my wish.
My one final wish.
The single wish I have- -mmmmhm.
I said I d wait for you till the end
And dear I finally think I know what I meant
Outro: ... (End on )
