歌词
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
Ought to 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 all-night stand
Living 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 heart and 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 all-night stand
Living 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 all-night stand
Living with nothing more than
Nothing more than heels, heels in hand
Heels in hand
Heels in hand