So can these shoes take me to who I was before?
I will stabbing my sticks into vulnerable eyes
And I can almost outrun you
And those talking memories
Did I somehow become you?
Without realising
Found a little badge of heaven now
So then I'm gonna turn oysters in my ousside
Cause I'm walking my way back
I'm walking my way back
To meet again
Not every girl is a poora
With these ruby slippers
With these ruby slippers
So then
I'm gonna turn oysters in my ousside
In my ousside
In my ousside
To Lou
To Lou
To Lou
And there are forces of conflict
Taking portions of my mind
In whose realm laced with trickery
The fragments I must find
But I can almost outrun you
And those talking memories
Did I somehow become you?
Without realising
Found a little badge of heaven now
So then I'm gonna turn oysters in my ousside
Cause I'm walking my way back
I'm walking my way back
To meet again
Not every girl is a poora
With these ruby slippers
With these ruby slippers
So then I'm gonna turn oysters in my ousside
In my ousside
To Lou
To Lou
To Lou
To Lou
Not every girl is a poora
Poora
Poora
Poora
Poora
Poora
Poora
Not every girl
Is a poora
Poora
With these ruby slippers
With these ruby slippers
So then
I'm gonna turn oysters in the sand
In the sand
In the sand
In the sand
To who?
To who?
To who?
To who?
To who?
To who?