Stockings and shoes
L. Gaston - 1957

Oh, my baby goes rockin’, ooh, rockin’ all night.
No shoes no stockings, but that’s all right.
Well, she don’t need stockings and shoes to rock all night.

Ooh, stockings and shoes, stockings and shoes.
Well, you don’t need stockings and shoes to dance the blues.

Well, I love a-my baby, indeed I do.
Well, I love a-my baby, she loves me too.
You oughta see us rock without stockings and shoes.

Ooh, stockings and shoes, stockings and shoes.
Well, you don’t need stockings and shoes to dance the blues.

Well, the bare feet slappin’ on the hardwood floor.
These crazy things a-happen, along about four.
And the very next night my baby’s a-back for more.

Ooh, stockings and shoes, stockings and shoes.
Well, you don’t need stockings and shoes to dance the blues.

Well, I bought my baby some crazy socks.
I love my baby, but she don’t wear socks.
Yeah, she kicks her shoes right off and, man, she rocks.

Ooh, stockings and shoes, stockings and shoes.
Well you don’t need stockings and shoes to dance the blues.

Ooh, stockings and shoes, stockings and shoes.
Stockings and shoes…

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