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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 Letras de canciones 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 From Letras Mania