My love for you is no more than,
A pair of Payless shoes,
The kind that’s been returned three times,
So the price has been reduced.
Oh yeah, you’ve got a way with me,
With words I can’t describe,
You’re the used-up, dirty, Payless shoes,
That I never would buy.
Though I stuck to you a solemn time,
Like some gum upon the sole,
I live off you no longer ’cause,
There’s no value you behold.
With my laces all untied now,
No, I need not tie them up,
And you do not mean much to me,
For your soul is full of junk.
You’re the beat-up, worn-down, Payless shoes,
That I don’t need no more,
So just cast away upon that shelf,
And just rot there in the store.