High Heel Blues

Wake up in the morning, look into my bed
Where is that high class girl who rests her head
I know I'm a dreamer. I like to pretend.
Maybe one day there'll be the real thing instead

City girls like rich guys and upscale spots
Everything that they need is something I ain't got
I try to act high class, they see through my ruse
They walk away I get the high heel blues

Every day on my way to work
A fine looking filly in a high cut skirt
I want to make a move, I don't know what to say
I just sit and watch her as she walks off the train

Saturday, I sat there all alone
I didn't hear a single peep out of my telephone
I fall asleep in front of the screen
There's a well dressed mama waiting in a dream

City girls like rich guys and upscale spots
Everything that they need is something I ain't got
I try to act high class, they see through my ruse
They walk away I get the high heel blues



Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy Joyce
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