Sweet walk of shame, I tiptoed from your door, not before I picked my clothes from the floor. Still a little tipsy from the night before
My feet still shuffling, though my toes were raw
Scene's still flashing before my eyes
Nothing but the pains to lead my heels, taste of you still on my lips
Sweet walk of shame, reliving that night
I'd live that life again, all day
My shoes in hand, maybe he'll call (but not too soon)
Lipstick number on your mirror door
Oo, if that mirror could talk, it'd tell you that we had a ball
Oo, I don't think I'll hurry home, feelin good just walking alone
Scene's still flashing before my eyes
Nothing but the pains beneath my heels, taste of you still on my lips
Sweet walk of shame
Every day I relive that night
I'd live that night again, over and over again, all day
Sweet walk, sweet walk, sweet walk, sweet walk of shame
I've got to, I've got to, I've got to, I've got to put one foot, one foot in front of the other
Sweet walk of shame, walk of shame