Every evening
She goes through her blues
Life for her has no meaning
But she has the most wonderful shoes.
She walks down the street
And often lives in a panic
But she listens only to her beat
While she walks in Manolo Blahnik.
This girl stands out from the crowd
And nothin’ else matters
Because her shoes make her proud
She is the hottest waitress.
Every time she does it for free
When she takes order for a brandy
She kicks her leg so all can see
Her foot so cool in a Fendi.
Every evening
She goes through her blues
Life for her has no meaning
But she has the most wonderful shoes.