Letra da Música Pornshoes de The French

He wore a cotton shirt by Ben Sherman,
And underpants by Calvin Klein.
He wore his best Levi's with a leather belt,
Which he bought in Crete, from a peasant girl.
He cooked a pasta dish, that was his favourite,
He cooked it very slow, that made the sauces thick.
His bed was freshly made, just in case she was due at eight,
She was half hour late

She wore gold shoes with diamante,
Like Kylie wore on TV,
They kept her feeling sexy,
They were what she always wanted.
But he thought they looked like porn shoes,
Like the porn stars wear in porn films,
But he thought they made her sexy,
But they weren't what he expected, no, oh, oh.

She stepped inside his house and looked around herself
She saw a poster print by Gustav Klimt
She thought that rather crass for a northern lass,
Who moved south long ago, to join the middle class.

She wore gold shoes with diamante,
Like Kylie on the TV.
They kept her feeling sexy,
They were what she always wanted.
But he thought they looked like porn shoes,
Like the porn stars wear in porn films.
But he thought they made her sexy,
But they weren't what he expected.

The girl wass hot and out of sight,
But a little forced and a little uptight.
He hoped she would spent the night
But leave soon in the morning.
He's had his fill of lipstick girls,
Who think they're cool and own the world.
He'd have a girl with flat-soled shoes,
But he wouldn't know what to do with her.

She wore gold shoes with diamante.
Like Kylie on the TV.
They kept her feeling sexy,
They were what she always wanted.
But he thought they looked like porn shoes,
Like the porn stars wear in porn films.
But he thought they made her sexy,
But they weren't what he expected, no, oh, oh.