I was sitting in the doorway
Of a train that used to carry tea
When I lost my shiny red shoe
I considered it lost in the jungle
But it was found by my future husband
Five years after I had let it fall
I was sitting in the doorway
Of a train that used to carry tea
When I lost my shiny red shoe
I considered it lost in the jungle
But it was found by my future husband
Five years after I had let it fall