Lyrics:
her kneel
Oh, she's almost human beneath that Cuban heel
Who's that down at the bottom of the garden?
Who's that hiding underneath the sofa?
Who
her kneel
Oh, she`s almost human beneath that Cuban heel
Who`s that down at the bottom of the garden?
Who`s that hiding underneath the sofa?
Who
she's almost human beneath that Cuban heel
Who's that down at the bottom of the garden?
Who's that hiding underneath the sofa?
Who gets blamed whenever
not like anyone
With a girlhood fever i stayed home in bed
Visions of a sharp haircut a Cuban heel
The rise and fall and I've lost it now
In second
good at home
I put a blade to his throat
I said okay
You won't see me anymore
Cause I'm
Slipping Through The Streets
Got my Cuban heels upon my feet
They
those boots that Wellington wore the ones with the rubberized feel
I gotta have that hand-carved leather gotta have a Cuban heel
I wanna tuck my jeans in
another heart
I can steal
In my new
Cuban heels
And I'll be Dressed To Kill
Working nine to five
Said, there's got to be a better way
I fall in line
I
Hey, with your natty threads and your nifty dreads
And your Dagenham royal swagger
With your tricky spiels and your Cuban heels
And the face
and loud
Snakeskin vest and a sharkskin suit
Cuban heels on your boots
Kick in the band and side by side
You take the crowd on their mystery ride
keeping the faith
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keeping the faith
We wore matador boots
Only Flagg Brothers had them with the Cuban heel
Iridescent socks
on the subway wall
Girl you can't go beck
No I can't go beck
Stayin' here right here with you
Cuban heels and pin striped cars
Takin' Suzy
crazy?
Now the Chelsea Drug Store needs a fix,
It's in a state of ill repair.
And my Cuban heels are hurting my feet,
Just to add to my despair.
the recognition each and every place i go,
Fashion leader in the Cuban heel and pointed toe,
My Italian suit is pressed and clean,
I'm the Latin lover
wristwatch underneath my sleeve
In a Hong Kong drizzle on Cuban heels
I rolled down the gutter to the Blood Bank
And I'd left all my papers on the Ticonderoga
Hey, with your natty threads and your nifty dreads
And your Dagenham royal swagger
With your tricky spiels and your Cuban heels
And the face
Cuban heels and Cuban deals. She got in trouble with the law. Hanging out in discos and smoking cigarettes in vintage cars. It's not like she's
of the deal
I'm gonna fly with the wild geese
I'm gonna hang with the wrong crowd
I'm gonna walk on cuban heels
cause love will find me a wheel
honey, pencil dress and cuban heels, really?
Besides it's obvious that non of them's the right shade black
I could walk you to the door, then I'd have
platform boots
And a purse to set it off just right
Thigh-high stockings with a Cuban heel
And a seam that leads your eye up to there
Something that glitters
Cuban heel boots
Cause’ tonight
I’m looking for somebody new
My life is better without you baby
Now I can do whatever I wanna do
(Cause’ I can do what I
feels
Everybody in the KKK they wanna play my glockenspiel
They wanna bury their hoods out deep in the woods and dress in garter belts and Cuban heels
around the bush
No doubt undecided
But I'm sure
I tend to over-think
This dancefloor sticks like gum
Right below my Cuban heel
I'm a line-locker losing
away
I turned my head the other way
I know you mad I know you mad
I can't be mad I can't be sad
I get so glad when I get that bag
Cuban heel boots I walk
labour as the only way of life
love is like a cheap scent
pouring out like rain
on a well lit sidewalk
under cuban heels and flowers
well I don't feel
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