Текст песни The Shoe Salesman - The Residents

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 dreaming

I went to see my mother
She told me of her love
She had a long long time ago
She will never have another

He put her on his bed and looked at her instead
Of making love he laughed a lot

And this is what he said

Truth comes of fiction
Love comes out of friction
Purity is interesting but so is superstition

I go to work
I am just a short shoe clerk
I open up the store and say
Hello my name is Bert
While I look at feet
My thoughts are bittersweet
I sure did love her black high heels
That were so indiscreet
I talked to her I am not bitter [?]
For I am not out to get her
I care so very much for her
I just want her shoes to fit her

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