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.