This love of mine is packed with stepping stone

These shoes are made for walking in reverse

In the dead of night, you tiptoe out and leave me all alone

Putting on your satin slip-ons and your sultry French cologne.

She's wearing shoes without heels.

She's walking over the floor.

She's walking all over me

Weirder therein, you know how it feels

When she walks right out of the door.



Well, I thought that I was bigger than this town

I thought I'd spend a pace and go the distance

But she picked me out, she used me up, and then she put me down

Now I'm driven til I'm crying, or I'm dreaming till I drown.



She's wearing shoes without heels.

She's walking over the floor.

She's walking all over me

Weirder therein, you know how it feels

When she walks right out of the door.



While you're busy packing underwear and other worthless trinkets,

Spare a thought for worthless men who drag on women like they're

cigarettes, 'cause you watch him walk away from you

While he gets down and deals

Oh, he'll watch you walk away without heels



Oh, you think that he's a fool to tolerate

All the liberty you cherish and you roughly take

But to watch your love turn slowly from indifference to hate

Would hurt him more than any heart that you might care to break.



She's wearing shoes without heels.

She's walking over the floor.

She's walking all over you

But when she's finished, I know (?)

When she walks right back through the door.