Red Shoes by the Drugstore Tom Waits

She wore red shoes by the newsstand
As the rain splashed the nickel
And spilled like chablis all along the midway
There's a little blue jay
In a red dress on a sad night

One straw in a root beer
A compact with a cracked mirror
A bottle of evening in Paris perfume
What's this sad tune

He told her to wait in by the magazines
To take care of some business it seems
Bring a raincoat
Bring a suitcase
Bring your dark eyes
And wear those red shoes

There's a dark huddle at the bus stop
Umbrellas arranged in a sad bouquet
Lil Caesar got caught
He was going down to second
He was cooled
Changing stations on the chamber
To steal a diamond ring
From a jewelry store for his baby
He loved the way she looked
In those red shoes