This love of mine is packed with stepping stone
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These shoes are made for walking in reverse
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In the dead of night, you tiptoe out and leave me all alone
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Putting on your satin slip-ons and your sultry French cologne.
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She's wearing shoes without heels.
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She's walking over the floor.
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She's walking all over me
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Weirder therein, you know how it feels
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When she walks right out of the door.
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Well, I thought that I was bigger than this town
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I thought I'd spend a pace and go the distance
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But she picked me out, she used me up, and then she put me down
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Now I'm driven til I'm crying, or I'm dreaming till I drown.
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She's wearing shoes without heels.
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She's walking over the floor.
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She's walking all over me
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Weirder therein, you know how it feels
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When she walks right out of the door.
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While you're busy packing underwear and other worthless trinkets,
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Spare a thought for worthless men who drag on women like they're
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cigarettes, 'cause you watch him walk away from you
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While he gets down and deals
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Oh, he'll watch you walk away without heels
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Oh, you think that he's a fool to tolerate
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All the liberty you cherish and you roughly take
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But to watch your love turn slowly from indifference to hate
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Would hurt him more than any heart that you might care to break.
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She's wearing shoes without heels.
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She's walking over the floor.
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She's walking all over you
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But when she's finished, I know (?)
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When she walks right back through the door.
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Shoes Without Heels
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| Elvis Costello |
