Burgundy Shoes

We wait for the bus that’s going to Bangor
In my plaid dress and burgundy shoes
In your red lipstick and lilac kerchief
You’re the most pretty lady in the world
Sun
The bus driver smiles, a dime and a nickel
We climb on our seats, the vinyl is cold
«Michelle Ma Belle», the song that you loved then
You hold my hand and sing to yourself
Sun, sun
Sun, sun
Sun, sun, sun, sun
Sun, sun, sun, sun
Sun, sun, sun, sun
Sun
The leaves are green and new like a baby
Tulips are red, now I don’t miss the snow
It’s the first day I don’t wear my big boots
You hold my hand, I’ve got burgundy shoes
Burgundy shoes
Burgundy shoes
Sun