Walk of Shame Songtext

von Clairy Browne & The Bangin' Rackettes

Sweet walk of shame,
I tiptoed from your door,
Not before I picked my clothes from the floor.
Still a little tipsy from the night before.
My feet still shuffling,
Though my toes were raw
Scene's still flashing before my eyes. Nothing but the pains to lead my heels
Taste of you still on my lips.
Sweet walk of shame
Day I reliving that night.
I'd live that life again
All day
My shoes in hand,
Maybe you'll call
(but not too soon).
Lipstick number on your mirror door.
Oo, honey
If that mirror could talk,
It'd tell you that we had a ball.
Oo, I don't think I'll hurry home,
Feelin good just walking alone
Scene's still flashing before my eyes. Nothing but the pains beneath my heels, Taste of you still on my lips.
Sweet walk of shame.
Day I relive that night.
I'd live that night again,
Over and over again,
All day

Sweet walk, sweet walk, sweet walk,
Sweet walk of shame.
I've got to, I've got to, I've got to, I've got to
I've got to put one foot, one foot in front of the other.
Sweet walk of shame
Sweet walk of shame