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letra de broken glass slippers - sharpton mann

in a haze across the room, a night so tired
you got looks like matches, set a soul on fire
you were sitting with your c-cktail, it was making me jealous
did she notice me? i can’t tell yet
ain’t it funny how the first time that you ever see a stranger
it can make you feel helpless, make you feel reckless
i wanna be your necklace, hang around forever
if it’s now or never, i should’ve known better than to wait
i can see you in red, such a hot mess
i close my eyes, your hair is down and you’rе wearing that dress
i don’t know your name, don’t got your picturе
got blood on my hands i’m holding broken glass slippers
we could get married in vegas, make some babies
i know that concept is crazy, but the way the world keeps turning itself out burning itself out
can’t seem that crazy, i wonder what you’re thinking
i could pound my drink and maybe i’d be brave enough to walk over to you
and i bet that i’m older than you, at least by a year or two
i’m sure it’s not the first time, that would be the worst line that i think that i could say
what woman wants to talk about age
did i say woman? i meant queen, angel goddess
anything you want to be called be honest it’s yours
i can see you in red, such a hot mess
i close my eyes, your hair is down and you’re wearing that dress
i don’t know your name, don’t got your picture
got blood on my hands i’m holding broken glass slippers
i wanna put you on canvas, take you and your little dog too back to kansas
dorothy? i guess that makes me the scarecrow
cause i still can’t walk over there though i know that you look like you are getting tired
of waiting for some lion to gather up the courage
well enough is enough and then i look up and you’re gone
oh no, where did you go? i swear that it seems like i blinked and you just disappeared
just blinked and you disappeared
i wonder if you were ever here at all, did i make you up nothings clear at all
except that i’m just a d-mn fool, standing in a long line of fellas
afraid to ever talk to you
i can see you in red, such a hot mess
i close my eyes, your hair is down and you’re wearing that dress
i don’t know your name, don’t got your picture
got blood on my hands i’m holding broken glass slippers

- sharpton mann

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