rolled out of my bed that morning
determined to beat my blues
slid into stockings,
a come-hither dress
and some spiky red high-heeled shoes

three inches high
Italian leather
show off my stems for your viewing pleasure
with eight miles of leg
there's no way I can lose
in these spiky red high-heeled shoes

the weather was perfect that morning
the world was a wonderful place
so I moseyed on over
to your side of town
to look at your beautiful face

see, I thought I'd surprise you that morning -
slip on in and help warm up your bed
I had no way to know how the tables would turn
and I'd be the surprised one, instead

three inches high
and constructed to flirt
and so hot that I don't give a damn if they hurt
I got eight miles of leg
there's no way I can lose
in these spiky red high-heeled shoes

slid into your bedroom that morning
and boldly pulled back your covers;
and I can't imagine
the look on my face
when I saw you there with your new lover

well, pain makes unpleasant decisions
but I know that it doesn't excuse
and I'm sure I'll regret
for the rest of my days
how I beat her to death with my spiky red shoes

three inches high
and lethally sweet
and more deadly by far in my hands than my feet
I got eight years to life
and I wish it was you
that I'd killed with those spiky red high-heeled shoes

05/04/2006

Author's Note: *

Posted on 05/27/2007
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