Lyrics: Robbie Artress/Priscilla Block/Sarah Jones/Josh Beale/Kate Hasting
Music: Robbie Artress/Priscilla Block/Sarah Jones/Josh Beale/Kate Hasting
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Bridge]
I should walk away
Throw you both away
Maybe broken is just broken
Like me and you
[Chorus]
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