Heart & Sole

[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]