Hi-On-Heels

Lyrics

How could I spare you? How could you spare me? I can see it in your face We're gonna rock this place Dig it baby I just think that you're a badass Sisters, brothers in the club Looking for the love 'Cause you ain't got time to kill Kill it, baby She gives a little shout I know she wanna party When she's gonna look at my heels She's the freak of the week I know she ain't knee deep She made me break my heart hard as steel My heart has been broken, baby I love the way she rock it The way she fits the hi-heels in her stockings And the way she wears it too You know I love the way you wear The hi-heels in your stockings I'll put the engagement ring on your finger You're sweeter than a pie With the whipped cream on top You're the cream I spray out of the bottle I've got an appettite for your pressed and curled hair And for your painting hair wax That's why I love the way you wear The hi-heels with the stockings, baby Sisters and brothers in the club Now you gotta get up Show me that you're workin' well Don't tear yourself apart Do your own things Girl, don't you ever chill She's the freak of the week I know she ain't knee deep She made me break my heart hard as steel I love the way she rock it The way she fits the hi-heels in her stockings And the way she wears it too You know I love the way you wear The hi-heels in your stockings I'll put the engagement ring on your finger You're sweeter than a pie With the whipped cream on top You're the cream I spray out of the bottle I've got an appettite for your pressed and curled hair And for your painting hair wax That's why I love when you wear The hi-heels in your stockings, baby (Girl, you make me me feel hot) Baby, you're my four leaf clover You're the scoobydoo of my loving Girl, you keep on punchin' me in the gut How could I spare you? How could you spare me? Gonna put the boys in the back Space Cadillac Chick on the side And we can't be denied How could I spare you? How could you spare me? With your badself, baby Gonna put the boys in the back Space Cadillac Gotta keep it real You know I love the way you wear The hi-heels in your stockings I'll put the engagement ring on your finger You're sweeter than a pie With the whipped cream on top You're the cream I spray out of the bottle I've got an appettite for your pressed and curled hair And for your painting hair wax That's why I love the way you wear The hi-heels with the stockings, baby