Parisienne High Heels Songtext

von Streetwalkers

Watching you strut down, town on a sidewalk, you're on the west side
Carrying a switchback,b lade and your talkback, contraptions a snide
Parisienne high heels, reflects on the car wheels, reflecting a ride
You're out on the street, walking work hustling meat, for your man hanging round
He likes his cool suits from your ass shaking loot, that man he ain't proud
He's ready to rip-off, he heard from a tip-off, of an easy, an easy shake down
He heard from a tip-off, of an easy shake down.

Mother of pearl, who harbours the girls
Father of time, who collects every dime
Sisters of mercy, showing a heresy
Son of a bitch, he won't see it that way
When you're standing on corners, trying to look horny
Glance for a John, who's ready to pay.

It's fight for your rights, (a few yards in the night), just for making ends meet
Got your man watching over, case some strange interloper, decides it's for free
He knows all the tricks, and he's in there so quick, it'd knock your ass right into the street
It'd knock your ass right into the street.

(REPEAT CHORUS and FADE)