Lyrics High-Heeled Shoes - The Kingston Trio

High-Heeled Shoes

High heel shoes, so sheik and elegant, tapping on the floor beneath the table
of the fancy restaurant
The maitre d' brings the phone to where she sits.
He puts it down beside her
daiquiri and walks away to greet another guest
Warm, red lips whispering «Good-bye.»
A fifty-dollar tip.
Dark glasses on her
eyes
High heel shoes step into her limousine.
A number on a napkin for the driver
it’s a place he’s never seen
A sea gull sits on a weather-beaten shack, a little fishing boat near by with «High Heels» written on the back
Ooo.
Ooo.
Ummm.
Um!
High heel shoes on the floor beside the bed.
The driver of the limo checks his
watch and lights another cigarette
The tide rolls in from out beyond the bay, she gets into her limousine,
turns around and slowly drives away
Cool, white hands hold a faded photograph of a little girl in high heel shoes
and a shy boy standing by a shack
The shadows fall on the private parking lot.
She walks across the pavement to
the ladder of the million dollar yacht
He turns and smiles.
He was worried and concerned
They sail off in the sunset, «High Heels» written on the stern