red shoes

Find me in confession, cool my conscience I'll be set

Douse myself in holy water and light a cigarette

Pat me down or cop a feel, stiletto switchblade highest heels

The night is young, but no regrets mean I haven't got a story yet

Mr. Red Shoes ring around, take a bow, and fall back down

You told me I could slow it down, fancy dancing through this town

Pockets full of posies, getting tired but I know these

Red shoes are never slowing down, till I finally hit the ground

Material possessions fool, my "lavish love-sickette"

Demons drowned in alcohol or exorcised in bed