My Baby Doesn’t Do Shoes She can walk across the water She can walk upon the sand Maybe travel on horseback Or just walking hand in hand A carriage will be just fine Maybe a Limo sometimes We can go anywhere I choose But my baby doesn’t do shoes No my baby doesn’t do shoes She will smile at the people As she walks down the street They stop and stare At the girl with nothing on her feet There can be no denial The charm of her barefoot smile I don’t mean to confuse But my baby doesn’t do shoes No my baby doesn’t do shoes When the weather’s not nice I will carry her over the ice She likes it when I take control And she can really bare her sole She can walk across the stream There’ll be no cause for alarm (but) Make sure you use those stepping stones Or just hold on to my arm No rocks or glass, No nails or screws And no burning embers Coz my baby doesn’t do shoes No my baby doesn’t do shoes Have you heard the news? © Nigel Quin 2010