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 real high, like the night's on fire
They know their way around on a dance floor
Yeah, we've all got a type, hell I 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 is 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