Hi-On-Heels

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