I'm getting dizzy way up here
I haven't been this high in years
Oh whatever possessed me to
Blow eighty dollars on these
High Heel Shoes
"Looks life a pump, feels like a sneaker"?
Do they think we're idiots?
But I bought 'em
Now I'm standing in a subway car
I ride because I cannot walk far
I couldn't find an empty cab on the street
They were filled with high-heeled women with
Twenty-six years ago I dreamed of wearing shoes life these
Oh the warped mind of the preteen with her strange priorities
But this is a nightmare of unsteady ankles, hands waving in the air
But the looks my legs are getting from that man across the aisle
Almost make the pain and misery and doctor bills worthwhile
If by chance you happen to meet
This wobbly woman walking down your street
The click of high heels on concrete
Is not the thrill of victory, it's the
Agony of defeat
(We hear tap dancing)
Hey, look at me everybody.
I learned this from Paula Abdul.
Oh Take pity on my vanity
Maybe question my sanity
Why I wear these uncomfortable things heaven knows
Which make me wonder about these pierced earrings and my
pantyhose... my control top ....
Oooo, I can see you don't want me to sing about pantyhose,
you'd rather I go back to tap dancing like my close, personal friend Paula Abdul
who, by the way, like me, was a geek back in high school.
Oh, I'm sorry, but that's not what this song is about
At least it wasn't when we started out
I pray this subway ride never ends
So I will never never have to
In high heels
It's a different atmosphere