G C I admit that those clothes you wear are might fancyD7 G And that smile of your’s looks so dignifiedC And everyone you meet thinks you’re an angelD7 G Oh but soon they’ll learn you’re just an angel in disguiseC With those high heels and no soulD7 G You don’t care who you hurt as long as you reach your goalC With those high heels and no soulD7 G This game of love you’re playing is getting mighty oldC Oh so many times I’ve walked the floor while you walk the streetsD7 G And my only helping hand baby was on the clockC Now the only arms that hold me are on my favorite chairD7 G And this foolish thing between us has just gotta stopC With your high heels and no soulD7 G You don’t care who you hurt as long as you reach your goalC With your high heels and no soulD7 G This game of love you’re playing is getting mighty oldD7 G Yes this game of love you’re playing is getting mighty old
High Heels And No Soul
Johnny Paycheck
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Tom: