I Will Never Wear Stilettos Songtext
von Gina Birch

Let them bring you home
Let them bring you home
Let them bring you home
Let them bring you home

Trippin′ along
Late at night
Feeling good
Feeling fine

Trippin' along (trippin′ along)
Showing your legs
Slightly drunk
Slightly stoned

I'm not saying the city is a war zone
But can you run in that?
Sometimes you just gotta run
Run
Run
Run


But I will not wear stilettos
I'll never wear stilettos
I′ll never wear stilettos
Why should I?
Why should I?

Give me brothel creepers
Give me Doc Martens
Give me shiny red lace-up shoes
Don′t want stilettos
Don't want stilettos
I want my red painted shoes

Trippin′ along
Trippin' along
Showing your legs
Trippin′ along

Having fun
Feeling good
Slightly drunk
Slightly stoned

My feet are ecstatic in Doc Martens
They love blue suede shoes
They love white polish waitressing shoes
Never wear Jimmy Choos


But I will not wear stilettos
I'll never wear stilettos
I′ll never wear stilettos
Why should I?
Why should I?

Give me brothel creepers
Give me Doc Martens
Give me shiny red lace-up shoes
Don't want stilettos
Don't want stilettos
I want my red painted shoes

Let them bring you home
Let them bring you home
Let them bring you home
Let them bring you home

Do you like those shoes?
Do you like those shoes?
Do you like those shoes?
Do you like those shoes?

Do you like those shoes?
Do you like those shoes?
Do you like those shoes?
Do you like those shoes?

But I will not wear stilettos
I′ll never wear stilettos
I′ll never wear stilettos
Why should I?
Why should I?

Give me brothel creepers
Give me Doc Martens
Give me shiny red lace-up shoes
Don't want stilettos
Don′t want stilettos
I want my red painted shoes

Pointy, spiky, sexy, impractical
Stylish
Toe-deforming
Feet-crushing
Leg-lengthening
Beautiful shoes