Shoes Without Heels
This love of mine is like a stepping stone
These shoes are made for walking in reverse
At the dead of night, you tiptoe out and leave me all alone
Putting on your satin slip-ons and your sultry French cologne.
She's wearing shoes without heels.
She's walking over the floor.
She's walking all over me
From here to there and you know how it feels
When she walks right out of the door.
Well, I thought that I was bigger than this town
I thought I'd stand the pace and go the distance
But she picked me out, she used me up, and then she put me down
Now I'm driven til I'm crying, or I dream until I drown.
She's wearing shoes without heels.
She's walking over the floor.
She's walking all over me
From here to there and you know how it feels
When she walks right out of the door.
While you're busy banking underwear and other useless trinkets,
Spare a thought for worthless men who drag on women like they're
cigarettes, 'cause you watch him walk away from you
While he gets down and deals
Oh, he'll watch you walk away without heels
Oh, you think that he's a fool to tolerate
All the liberty you cherish and you roughly take
But to watch your love turn slowly from indifference into hate
Would hurt him more than any heart that you might care to break.
She's wearing shoes without heels.
She's walking over the floor.
She's walking all over you
But when she's finished, I know what I'll do
When she walks right back through the door.
Released on Feb 1, 1987
Published by ℗ Elvis Costello under exclusive license to Universal Music Enterprises, a Division of UMG Recordings, Inc.