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 a type, hell, I’ve got mine
Oughta know what I’m signin’ up for
These shoes
Ain’t nothin’ 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 old-night stand
Leavin’ with nothin’ more than, nothin’ more than
Heels, heels in hand
They’re the last thing I grab when I head out in the mornin’
Call a cab, slip out without you even noticin’
Yeah, it cuts so deep, blistered heart and feet
The only thing to blame is me
And these shoes
Ain’t nothin’ 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 old-night stand
Leavin’ with nothin’ more than, nothin’ more than
Heels, heels in hand
Heels in hand
I should walk away, throw you both away
Maybe broken it’s just broken
Like me and you
And these damn shoes
Ain’t nothin’ 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 old-night stand
Leavin’ with nothin’ more than, nothin’ more than
Heels, heels in hand
Heels in hand
Heels in hand
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