I love my shoes, but they aren't mine
They make me feel taller
Borrowed them from the five and dime
Love the hoot and holler
I love my shoes, the men will stare
Walking without the slightest care
I love my shoes
I love my shoes
Awkward glances, I won't compare

I love those shoes, be my angel
On your beautiful feet
You're the one I must entangle
Your shoes turn up the heat
Dancing with you, just feels so right
I can get lost in them this night
Dancing with you
Dancing with you
Come on baby hold me just right

I love my shoes I must confess
They're much too high for me
Might just get myself in a mess
As I fall to my knee
Stilletto heels, they hurt my feet
Each spike connecting with the street
Stilletto heels
Stilletto heels
Will I ever stay on my feet