[Verse 1: Mikill Pane]
My boots were made for walking
They're not from the UK, they're imported
But since I received these shoes
They've brought more luck my way than a horse's
They've made emotions hard to control
Girls love em with all their hearts and their souls
They don't even mind if I stare
When I'm not the only one with a nice pair
Know what I mean? I hope you agree
That even though my footwear's totally clean
I can still have grimy thoughts in my head
Like putting on [?] sports in my bed
But as well as putting out quality CDs
I make smart moves in my Oliver Sweeney's
I never take em off when I fuck these days
And they're never so soft that I can't be swayed
[Hook: Paloma Faith]
Yeah, that's a smart channel
Blind but footprints of your sole won't make a mark on my mind
I can see you keep looking
But I don't think you're gonna turn me on
And I've gotta believe it
Cause boy, you know you come on way too strong
But I look down and see those creps
Make me come undone, I wanna get undressed
Right now I wanna be next to you
Do it in your shoes
[Verse 2: Mikill Pane]
And I don't like it when they seem a little bit stressed
There's only one remedy, frivilous sex
I tell em "11's the size of this geezer
You know what they say about guys with big feet, love?"
Big socks, pissed off?
Let's play rugby with our kits off
I'll tackle your problems and help you let go
With everything apart from your red Stilettos
Keep those on, let's make this deal
That's the only way that the Pane gets healed
And I won't relax till the session is over
I'm sexually active, never a loafer
There's no way you can stop this rogue
From getting it in, I've had a lot they spoke with
English, Irish and Welsh accents
Can't forget those with a Scottish brogue
[Hook: Paloma Faith]
[Verse 3: Mikill Pane]
No matter what you do with your life
I try to make mine a whole lot of fun
Even though Mikill Pane's not a household name
It kind of rolls off the tongue
And that's not just some irrelevant line
It's useful stuff, so bear it in mind
Cause I really like em to say my name
And they need a tongue if they dare to spit shine
And because I've got a little bit of fame, you'd think
That I'd get so lucky cause I make a mint
Well I don't, and I do it on a shoestring budget
But I'll die before I ever try and lace a drink
Fuck that, I don't wanna be remembered
For doing some low-down, dirty, impatient shit
Whoever invented the way of making
A broke life seem glossy should patent it
[Hook: Paloma Faith]
