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