Lyrics:
a blue suede bopping on a high heeled shoe
Balling round together like a wrecking crew
Oh, be bopper lubba baby what I say
You gotta get a dose of rock
bopping on a high heeled shoe
Balling round together like a wrecking crew
Oh be bopper lubba baby what I say
You gotta get a dose of rock and roll on each
with your high-heeled sneakers and
Dancin? all ?round the stage
Well, stick around boys I got some news
I?m gonna set you, I?m gonna set you free
and that's why their attracted
To luxury shoes and high heeled apartments
Runnin' 'round the city, can't nobody stop them
Warn them, running circles,
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
you better know what's what
Here comes Mary
Girls just turn your backs and then
She is heeled in flash to hurt
It's all a game
She's win and then she'll
jungle
Put me straight in a hurricane
She hypnotized my eyes with her silver heeled ways
If I could sing like Paul McCartney, get funky like Etta James
thing
A pretty little high-heeled thing
Gonna cry if I don't polish up
I'll be serious, you ain't fooled me much
You're still hangin' 'round so you can
Spring-heeled Jim winks an eye
He'll "do", he'll never be "done to"
He takes on whoever flew through
"Well, it's the normal thing to do"
Aah
Spring-heeled Jim winks an eye
He'll "do", he'll never be "done to"
He takes on whoever flew through
"Well, it's the normal thing to do"
Aah
Spring-heeled Jim winks an eye
He'll do, he'll never be done to
He takes on whoever flew through
Well, it's the normal thing to do, ah
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
Dumb clouds are raging, stupid clouds at my door
Creepy weather coming, hanging 'round my floor
Dumb clouds stay away, and don't come back no more
This this is the age of the high heeled protege
Lift lift off your flesh for nature's honest games
Twisting round the roundabout around everybody
Hey
Getting wild in the street,
Wild in the city
I see you, you see me
Just a black street boy in society
With high-heeled women full of champagne an'
Getting wild in the street
Wild in the city
I see you, you see me
Just a black street boy in society
With high-heeled women full of champagne an' lies
come on and have another round
And if we're headin' for the bottom we still got a long way down"
On the way to the bottom we make a lot of stops
her feel all right, all right
Hokey Pokey made her feel all right
Well, some like it round, and some like it flat
And some like a poke or two
But
feel alright, alright
Hokey Pokey made her feel alright
Well, some like it round and some like it flat
And some like a poke or two
But everybody
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
blue sea
Where you never shall want for money
You never shall want for money"
She pulled off her high-heeled shoes
They were made of Spanish
[2x]
She pulled off her high-heeled shoes
They were made of Spanish leather
She put on those low-heeled shoes
And they both rode off together. [2x]
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