(WinwoodCapaldi)

If you see something that looks like a star

Shooting up out of the ground

And your head is spinning from a loud guitar

And you can't escape from the sound

Don't worry too much, it'll happen to you

We were children once, playing with toys

And the thing that you're hearing is only the sound

Of the low spark of high-heeled boys

High-heeled boys, high-heeled boys



If you had just a minute to breathe

And they granted you one final wish

Would you ask for something like another chance?

Or something similar as this?

Don't worry too much

It'll happen to you

As sure as your sorrows are joys

And the thing that disturbs you is only the sound of

The low spark of high-heeled boys



The percentage you're paying is too high priced

While you're living beyond all your means

And the man in the suit has just bought a new car

From the profit he's made on your dreams

But today you just read that the man was shot dead

By a gun that didn't make any noise

And it wasn't the bullet that laid him to rest was

The low spark of high-heeled boys

High-heeled boys, high-heeled boys

High-heeled boys, high-heeled boys



If I gave you everything that I owned

And asked for nothing in return

Would you do the same for me as I do for you?

Or take me for a ride

Strip me of everything including my pride

But spirit is something no one destroys

And the sound that I'm hearing is only the sound

The low spark of high-heeled boys

High-heeled boys, high-heeled boys

High-heeled boys, high-heeled boys