but these are not red shoes
one's feet take on these hues
if Dorothy's your friend
no taking off the roux
so soap will scrub it through
can beat me black and blue
but Dorothy's my friend
there's magic in the flame
that permiates my frame
and Dorothy's her name
and she was my first friend
no socks can hide the glow
no act can stop the show
no lie from what I know
yes... Dorothy's my friend
though you walk every street
you might not ever meet
the painter of my feet
but Dorothy's my friend
though you search everywhere
for crimson knotted hair
you know that she is there
and Dorothy's my friend
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