Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air,
Sometimes i don't.
We could stick our fingers in our ears,
We could stick our fingers in our ears, yeah.
A pair of stilettos can hit the high notes,
Dressed up in ribbons and bows.
A pair of stilettos can hit the high notes,
Dressed up in ribbons and bows.
We sit in the gutter, surrounded by tinsel and glitter.
We sit in the gutter, surrounded by tinsel and glitter.
A pair of red shoes can sing the blues,
Their sequence synched to sequent visuals.
A pair of red shoes can sing the blues,
Divides up the crowd into male and female.
We blend in with the furniture,
Surrounded by tinsel and glitter.
We blend in with the furniture,
Surrounded by tinsel and glitter.
Tin-sel and gli-tter.
A pair of stilettos can hit the high notes,
Divides up the crowd into male and female.
A pair of red shoes can sing the blues,
Their sequence synched to sequent visuals.
We sit in the gutter surrounded by tinsel and glitter.
Tin-sel and gli-tter.
Tin-sel and gli-tter.