One step, two steps
Counting tiles on the floor
Three steps, four steps
Guess this means that I'm a whore
Uh-oh, hell no
How long till I reach the door?
Fuck me, my feet are sore
I'm wearing last night's dress
But I look like a hot Ass mess
Although my hair looks good
'Cause I haven't slept yet
Make the elevator
Come a little faster
I'm pushing all the buttons
But nothing's happening
Please, God, don't let
Anybody see me
Please, God, I'll do
Anything you ask of me
I promise no more
Walks of shame
So walk this way
(We're walking, we're walking)
Walk this way
(We're walking, we're walking)
Last night's bubblegum
No more bubbles, no more yum
Where'd I get the wristband?
Tell me there's no trampstamp
One, two, three, shoot
No one knows the shitty queue
But damnit man, this show is fun
Party till the sun wakes up
Okay, now raise your hand
If you've ever been guilty
And clap, clap, clap, clap it out
If you'll walk with me
Make the elevator
Come a little faster
I'm pushing all the buttons
But nothing's happening
Please, God, don't let
Anybody see me
Please, God, I'll do
Anything you ask of me
I promise no more
Walks of shame
So walk this way
(We're walking, we're walking)
Walk this way
(We're walking, we're walking)
I shouldn't have let
You take my keys, take my keys
And left me here, too much beer
My friends, they hung me out to dry
It's not my fault and that's why
I'm doin' the walk of shame
Make the elevator
Come a little faster
I'm pushing all the buttons
But nothing's happening
Please, God, don't let
Anybody see me
Please, God, I'll do
Anything you ask of me
I promise no more
Walks of shame
So walk this way
(We're walking, we're walking)
Walk this way
(We're walking, we're walking)
So walk this way
(We're walking, we're walking)
Walk this way
(We're walking, we're walking)
Writer(s): Alecia Moore, Gregory Kurstin
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