James Bowler

James Bowler

BandAmericanaAcoustic

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Cover band: 
No

Lyrics

Polka Dot Jimmy Choos

Written By: James Bowler

You won't ever grace my door anymore.
I won't be waiting for the click of your high-heeled shoes across the floor.
I know that you'll be missin' all the extra room for you to store...
Your diamond Gucci handbags and your polka dot Jimmy Choos.

Well, when it started it just seemed stylish, chic and kinda cool,
But quicker than slick I was pickin' up slack,
The bank said red is the new kind of black,
Lord know I'm a kindly man, but I ain't nobody's fool,
So take your diamond Gucci handbags and your polka dot Jimmy Choos.

What started out so sweet has now become a joke.
When I came back from work I tried to lay down some rules...
I slipped on a pair of your pink suede mules.
I don't care about your runnin' around babe, but this is what gives me the blues:
It's your diamond Gucci handbags and your polka dot Jimmy Choos.

You won't ever grace my door any more.
I won't be waiting for the click of your high-heeled shoes across the floor.
I know that you'll be missin' all that extra room for you to store...
Your diamond Gucci handbags and your polka dot Jimmy Choos.

Well, you got every shape, you got almost every style:
Kid-skin, pig-skin, kangaroo...and crocodile.
I hate to say this baby but you're better off livin' in a zoo,
With your diamond Gucci handbags and your polka dot Jimmy Choos.

Well the moral of the story ain't easy to lose:
Don't lose your lover to a pair of shoes.
You gotta choose, babe 'cos it's me or them Jimmy Choos, now.
The moral of the story ain't easy to lose:
Don't lose your lover to a pair of shoes,
You gotta choose now baby 'cos it's me or them Jimmy Choos.
You gotta choose now mama 'cos it's me or them Jimmy Choos.

Polka Dot Jimmy Choos

Written By: James Bowler

You won't ever grace my door anymore.
I won't be waiting for the click of your high-heeled shoes across the floor.
I know that you'll be missin' all the extra room for you to store...
Your diamond Gucci handbags and your polka dot Jimmy Choos.

Well, when it started it just seemed stylish, chic and kinda cool,
But quicker than slick I was pickin' up slack,
The bank said red is the new kind of black,
Lord knows I'm a kindly man, but I ain't nobody's fool,
So take your diamond Gucci handbags and your polka dot Jimmy Choos.

What started out so sweet has now become a joke.
When I came back from work I tried to lay down some rules...
I slipped on a pair of your pink suede mules.
I don't care about your runnin' around babe, but this is what gives me the blues:
It's your diamond Gucci handbags and your polka dot Jimmy Choos.

You won't ever grace my door any more.
I won't be waiting for the click of your high-heeled shoes across the floor.
I know that you'll be missin' all that extra room for you to store...
Your diamond Gucci handbags and your polka dot Jimmy Choos.

Well, you got every shape, you got almost every style:
Kid-skin, pig-skin, kangaroo...and crocodile.
I hate to say this baby but you're better off livin' in a zoo,
With your diamond Gucci handbags and your polka dot Jimmy Choos.

Well the moral of the story ain't easy to lose:
Don't lose your lover to a pair of shoes.
You gotta choose, babe 'cos it's me or them Jimmy Choos, now.
The moral of the story ain't easy to lose:
Don't lose your lover to a pair of shoes,
You gotta choose now baby 'cos it's me or them Jimmy Choos.
You gotta choose now mama 'cos it's me or them Jimmy Choos.