There was an old woman,
Who lived in a shoe;
She had so many children,
She didn’t know what to do.
She gave them some broth,
Without any bread;
She whipped them all soundly,
And sent them to bed.

There was a young woman
Who lived in a shoe
Who had lovers not children
And knew just what to do.
She gave them some broth,
Without any bread;
She whipped them all soundly,
And sent them to bed.

There was a young vixen
Who lived in a shoe
It was high-heeled with ribbons
For her ankle tattoo
She slid down its inner
She tickled its sole
She used that high heel
As a pole-dancing pole.

There was a young girl
Who lived in a shoe
She wore only make-up
And she wore it for you.
And she dreamed you might see
Past her rouge and her shame
And she dreamed that one day
You might ask for her name.

But now she’s an old woman
Who lives in a shoe
She has so many children,
She doesn’t know what to do.