Oh damn this drunk bith just spilled the drink on my Manolos
And that's a no, no, baby
Hope she's got a job, 'cause these shoes cost me way too much dinero
They're kinda special
Gotta keep 'em clean, me and my baby
Got plans tonight
So I hit the ladies room and check the damage
But it's cool, no need to panic
She got lucky this time
So I look at my phone to see if I missed his call
And now he's texting me
He's waiting all along
He's got a thing for these Stilettos
He's climbin' up the walls
I got him hooked on my Stilettos
He likes to watch me walk
Five or six inches, fresh off the runway
They could make a grown man beg
I know just what he wants
Me and my Stilettos!
Rose petals, candle light, lead him to the bed
And that's where he's waitin', no more delayin'
He saw them black snake skins, now he wann get in
Hot and heavy, oh yeah he's ready
Told me to take it all off, but no matter what
Leave the heels on
I'll have him up, goin' down
Hittin' switches, baby, all night long
He's got a thing for these Stilettos
He's climbin' up the walls
I got him hooked on my Stilettos
He likes to watch me walk
Five or six inches, fresh off the runway
They could make a grown man beg
I know just what he wants
Me and my Stilettos!
Christian Dior and Louis Vuitton
Baby, put them in the air
Put, put them in the air
Manolo Blahnik, or YSL
Baby, put them in the air
Put, put them in the air
Gucci maybe or
Baby, put them in the air
Put them in the air
Put them in the air
He's got a thing for these Stilettos
He's climbin' up the walls
I got him hooked on my Stilettos
He likes to watch me walk
Five or six inches, fresh off the runway
They could make a grown man beg
I know just what he wants
Me and my Stilettos!
Me and my Stilettos!
Me and my Stilettos!
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