she's a rich girl she don't try to hide it diamonds on the soles of her shoes
he's a poor boy empty as a pocket clare empty as a pocket with nothing to lose

Sing Ta na na Ta na na na she got diamonds on the soles of her shoes

she was physically forgotten but then she slipped into my pocket with my car keys
she said you've taken me for granted

because I please you. wearing these di-i-i-i i-i-iamonds

and I could say Oo oo oo as if everybody knows what I'm talking about as if everybody would know just exactly what I was talking about
rather tse: that is not what I meant that is not it, at all
talking about diamonds on the soles of her shoes

she makes the sign of a teaspoon he makes the sign of a wave
I always liked this, and I think of Clare
the poor boy changes clothes and puts on after-shave to compensate for his ordinary shoes

she said honey take me dancing but they ended up by sleeping in a doorway
and here here I think of me
by the bodegas and the lights on Upper Broadway

well
that's one way to lose these walking blues
...Diamonds on the soles of her shoes...

(
I mean everybody here would know exactly
what I was talking about)

paul simon


I like to lengthen the lines on the page don't I. the short lines I dislike like image-y prose ~ too obvious (gauche!)