Lyrics:
spark of high-heeled boys, yeah
High-heeled boys, yeah, high-heeled boys
If you had just a minute to breathe
And they granted you one final wish
Would
the sound
Of the low spark of high-heeled boys
The percentage you're paying is too high priced
While you're living beyond all your means
And the man in
the sound
Of the low spark of high-heeled boys
The percentage you're paying is too high priced
While you're living beyond all your means
And the man in
Because
She's a high heeled hurricane
See her dancing in the summer rain
She's a high heeled hurricane
You'll never win this game
She'll never be tamed
Yeah we're in on the act
And love's in the back
With all of your roses and you
Yeah you you you
A high heeled girl
And we talk just like jazz
I got on the phone and called the girls said
on the phone and called the girls said
Ney Nah Neh Nah
(Ney Nah Neh Nah)
In my high-heeled shoes
eyes
But no stranger to beauty, no need for make-up 'cause you don't even have to try
Crimson Lips and High-Heeled Shoes, You don't know what you do...
High heeled boots is our pleasure
High heeled boots is our pleasure
Flesh and steel
Nylon wheel trim
Flesh and steel
Nylon wheel trim
These are
Put on your high-heeled sneakers
Wear your wig hat on your head
Put on your high-heeled sneakers
Wear your wig hat on your head
I'm pretty sure
Dancing with her jeans on
With her high heeled boots on
Dance with jeans and boots, baby
Time to get real loose, come on
Sexy jeans n boots
Dance with jeans
Ooh, snakeskin cowboys
Who the hell you think you are
You?re dancin? around with your high-heeled boots
Don?t think that should get you far
Just
I've seen you in the cool kids crew
With your high-heeled shoes and your fake tattoos
And I bet you've seen me in my torn-up jeans
And I can't
She's spankin' her butt
Laying on my thigh
She's whipping my back
And we're necking meanwhile
Guilty pleasures of
An high heeled priest
Dual pretending,
Look there she is tonight I'm gonna' make her mine
Short cut blouse showing what she's got on top
High heeled pumps makin' all the traffic stop
Short cut
(Danced to the blues)
And she danced to the blues
(Danced to the blues)
Kicked off them high-heeled shoes
(Dance to the blues)
You can dance to the blues
over tonight
Baby, you don't need to get all dressed up
You ain't gotta wear your high heeled shoes
We ain't gotta pay no cover downtown
Baby, I
ninety-two
You don't know what it feels like
To be scared going home at night
If you want to see the world the way I do
Walk a mile in my high heeled shoes
of putting on makeup
Am I the only one that knows what I'm made of
You want me walking around in a high heeled shoe, dinner when you walk in the room
You want
a woman that got a little backbone
You just wait 'till you taste her kind of love
You want a shy little thing
A pretty little high-heeled thing
Gonna cry
that
In your high heeled boots and your painted on jeans
All decked out like a cowgirl's dream
Waltzing right in here lookin' like that
Why'd you
You got your high-heeled sneakers on
Slip-in mules
You got your high heeled sneakers on
And your slip-in mules
You're more than alright
You know
You got your high-heeled sneakers on
Slip-in mules
You got your high-heeled sneakers on
And your slip-in mules
You're more than alright
You know
money
You never will want for money
"Pull off, pull off them high-heeled shoes
All made of Spanish leather
Get behind me on my horse
And we'll ride off
And lonely women are in season
A one night stand's an all night lose
And all those lonely high-heeled ladies
Are always putting on a show
But in
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