| Sweet walk of shame, I tiptoed from your door, not before I picked my clothes
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| from the floor. |
| Still a little tipsy from the night before
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| My feet still shuffling, though my toes were raw
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| Scene’s still flashing before my eyes
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| Nothing but the pains to lead my heels, taste of you still on my lips
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| Sweet walk of shame, reliving that night
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| I’d live that life again, all day
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| My shoes in hand, maybe he’ll call (but not too soon)
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| Lipstick number on your mirror door
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| Oo, if that mirror could talk, it’d tell you that we had a ball
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| Oo, I don’t think I’ll hurry home, feelin good just walking alone
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| Scene’s still flashing before my eyes
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| Nothing but the pains beneath my heels, taste of you still on my lips
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| Sweet walk of shame
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| Every day I relive that night
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| I’d live that night again, over and over again, all day
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| Sweet walk, sweet walk, sweet walk, sweet walk of shame
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| I’ve got to, I’ve got to, I’ve got to, I’ve got to put one foot,
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| one foot in front of the other
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| Sweet walk of shame, walk of shame |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Walk Of Shame , by - Clairy Browne & The Bangin' Rackettes. Song from the album Baby Caught The Bus, in the genre Альтернатива