Eurovision 2009 Serbia:
Marko Kon & Milaan - "Cipela"

Shoe

Met her on the boulevard, shopping with her credit cards
A ballerina from Marseille
I cannot grumble, not that I'm humble
She bought me dancing shoes, we danced the night away

I fell in love with fer, my fancy Frenchly cure
And she was heaven in the sack
I'm from the wrong world, so many tales to tell
I'm just a loner from the wrong side of the track
Shoe

Dear, oh dear, you spent all our money
We pressed your clothes, your shoes were cleaned
But I must leave, why can't ya see the final place that it's sunny?
I'm not the rich man of your dreams
As it seems

Went back to the boulevard, cancelled all her credit cards
My ballerina from Marseille
I cannot grumble, I have been tumbled
She turned her back on me and vanished in the air

We had a lovely vibe, she bought expensive wines
Now I am on the road again
She broke my heart at night, I tied my laces tight
I heard her screaming and I knew it was the end
Shoe

Dear, oh dear, you spent all our money
We pressed your clothes, your shoes were cleaned
But I must leave, why can't ya see the final place that it's sunny
I'm not the rich man of your dreams

Beers and tears, you tasted our honey
And made a monkey out of me
You gotta leave, why can't ya see the final place that it's sunny?
Take your shoes and leave it be
If you please

Dear, oh dear, you spent all our money
We pressed your clothes, your shoes were cleaned
You gotta leave, why can't ya see the final place that it's sunny?
I'm not the rich man of your dreams
As it seems

Beers and tears, you tasted our honey
And made a monkey out of me
You gotta leave, why can't ya see the final place that it's sunny?
Take your shoes and leave it be
If you pleаѕe