Murder In High-Heels         
             
Hey, with a sleight of hand and then a word of mouth 
She's a cat been caged too long and now she's breakin' out 
Well, get it straight, you better cross your heart 
'Cause sparks are gonna fly, let me tell you what it's all about 

Better run for cover, babe, she's gonna make her move 
You know she could, she's a get rich bitch 
You better get her while the gettin's good 

She's a vision in leather, like salt on a wound 
Just a turn of a knob and she's real fine tuned 

But she's murder in high-heels 

She ain't the girl next door worth waitin' for 
Well you're playin' with the fire, a pool of sweat's lyin' on the floor 
She'll bring you to your knees, and when you're laid to rest 
She's gonna give you something, she's gonna get it off her chest 
(Yeah yeah yeah) 

She's a vision in leather, like salt on a wound 
Just a turn of a knob and she's real fine tuned - here she comes 

he's a vision in leather, like salt on a wound 
Just a turn of a knob and she's real fine tuned 

But she's murder in high heels

             
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