the party life - red shoes

Find me in confession, cool my conscience I'll be set
Douse myself in holy water and light a cigarette
Pat me down or cop a feel, stiletto switchblade highest heels
The night is young, but no regrets mean I haven't got a story yet
Mr. Red Shoes ring around, take a bow, and fall back down
You told me I could slow it down, fancy dancing through this town
Pockets full of posies, getting tired but I know these
Red shoes are never slowing down, till I finally hit the ground
Material possessions fool, my "lavish love-sickette"
Demons drowned in alcohol or exorcised in bed
My silhouette's been dressed in white, and bound in strings of Christmas lights
And strung up by the liquor shelf, this story seems to write itself
Mr. Red Shoes ring around, take a bow, and fall back down
You told me I could slow it down, fancy dancing through this town
Pockets full of posies, getting tired but I know these
Red shoes are never slowing down, till I finally hit the ground
Mr. Red Shoes ring around, take a bow, and fall back down
You told me I could slow it down, fancy dancing through this town
Pockets full of posies, getting tired but I know these
Red shoes are never slowing down, till I finally hit the ground

Written by:
Mason Jones, William Bennett Jr

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