| The man who has me for his own is on the town and I’m alone
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| In his new suit and his blue tie
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| He slammed that door without goodbye
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| Tonight my eyes are jealous green
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| Tonight I’m feeling mighty mean
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| He meets in secret rendezvous
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| Some gal to tell his troubles to
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| That dirty low down heel
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| He’ll promise her most anything a sable coat a diamond ring
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| And she’ll find out when it’s too late and all she’ll get will be the gate
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| But while the dawn’s a distant thing in his embrace her heart will sing
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| Her dizzy head will spin with lies
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| And all too soon a woman cries
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| That dirty low down heel
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| The neon lights that flash below ignite my room with devil glow
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| And in the gloom I hear a laugh that’s coming from his photograph
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| I ring my hands and walk the floor and swear to even up the score
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| For where a kitten cries tonight a panther waits to claw and bite
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| That dirty low down heel
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| I dare not play my radio one more complaint and out I go
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| I’m sick of playing solitaire the ace of spades is everywhere
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| There’ll be no sleep for me tonight the sheep I count are never white
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| They all turn out to be jet black and whose the leader of the pack
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| The heel
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| At dawn I know heʼll stagger in demanding coffee black as sin and
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| As I pour it from the tin ill slip a little powder in
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| He’ll ring his hands and start to cry and cross his heart and hope to die and
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| mumble
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| I know how you feel but I’ve been on a business deal
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| The heel
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| But as the pot begins to perk I know my plan will never work and as he starts
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| to drink it up
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| I’ll take his hand and break the cup
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| It’s only jealousy I know that’s brought my thinking down so low
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| Why must I just sit here and grieve
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| Why don’t I just pack up and leave
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| That dirty low down heel
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| But now hes really on the stairs I try to act like I don’t care
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| For in my hearts arithmetic I find it takes two heels to click
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| We’re in our world of love and hate where it will end is up to fate
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| And I’ll let him have his little fling and be the chewing gum that clings
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| To that dirty low down heel
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| That low down lovable heel |