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