歌詞

Let them bring you home Let them bring you home Let them bring you home Let them bring you home Trippin' along Late at night Feeling good Feeling fine Trippin' along (trippin' along) Showing your legs Slightly drunk Slightly stoned I'm not saying the city is a war zone But can you run in that? Sometimes you just gotta run Run Run Run But I will not wear stilettos I'll never wear stilettos I'll never wear stilettos Why should I? Why should I? Give me brothel creepers Give me Doc Martens Give me shiny red lace-up shoes Don't want stilettos Don't want stilettos I want my red painted shoes Trippin' along Trippin' along Showing your legs Trippin' along Having fun Feeling good Slightly drunk Slightly stoned My feet are ecstatic in Doc Martens They love blue suede shoes They love white polish waitressing shoes Never wear Jimmy Choos But I will not wear stilettos I'll never wear stilettos I'll never wear stilettos Why should I? Why should I? Give me brothel creepers Give me Doc Martens Give me shiny red lace-up shoes Don't want stilettos Don't want stilettos I want my red painted shoes Let them bring you home Let them bring you home Let them bring you home Let them bring you home Do you like those shoes? Do you like those shoes? Do you like those shoes? Do you like those shoes? Do you like those shoes? Do you like those shoes? Do you like those shoes? Do you like those shoes? But I will not wear stilettos I'll never wear stilettos I'll never wear stilettos Why should I? Why should I? Give me brothel creepers Give me Doc Martens Give me shiny red lace-up shoes Don't want stilettos Don't want stilettos I want my red painted shoes Pointy, spiky, sexy, impractical Stylish Toe-deforming Feet-crushing Leg-lengthening Beautiful shoes
Writer(s): Georgina Mary Birch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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