They're the last thing I slip on before I head to the bar Got a tall pair, a short pair, another spare in the trunk of my car They make me feel real high, like the night's on fire
They know their way around on the dance floor
Yeah, we've all got our types Hell, I've got mine Oughtta know what I'm signing up for
These shoes ain't nothing new Make me feel so tall like you But the higher I get The further I fall
A drink in my hand leads to an one-night stand Leaving with nothing more than Nothing more than heels Heels in hand
They're the last thing I grab when I head out in the morning Call a cab, slip out without you even noticing Yeah, it cuts so deep, blistered, hardened feet The only thing to blame is me
And these shoes ain't nothing new Make me feel so tall like you But the higher I get The further I fall
A drink in my hand leads to an one-night stand Leaving with nothing more than Nothing more than heels Heels in hand
Heels in hand I should walk away, throw you both away Maybe broken is just broken Like me and you
And these damn shoes ain't nothing new Make me feel so tall like you But the higher I get The further I fall
A drink in my hand leads to an one-night stand Leaving with nothing more than Nothing more than heels Heels in hand Heels in hand Heels in handTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
