High Heel Songs

High Heel Songs

TITLE: Lady Marmalade
ALBUM: Moulin Rouge Soundtrack (2001)
ARTIST: Christina Aguilera with Lil' Kim,Pink,Mya

LYRICS:

(Lil' Kim:)
Where's all my soul sisters
Let me hear ya flow sisters
Hey sister, go sister,
Soul sister, flow sister
Hey sister, go sister,
Soul sister, go sister

(Mya:)
He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge
Strutting her stuff on the street
She said,
Hello, hey Joe
You wanna give it a go,
Oh

Gitchy gitchy ya ya ta ta
(Hey hey hey)
Gitchy gitchy ya ya he
(Hee oh)
Mocha Choco Lata ya ya
(Ooh yeah)
Creole Lady Marmalade
(Oh)

Voulez vous coucher avec moi,
Ce soir (oh oh)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)

(Pink:)
He sat in her boudoir
While she freshened up
Boy drank all that magnolia wine
On her black satin sheets
Is where he started to freak,
Yeah

Gitchy gitchy ya ya ta ta
(Da da yeah)
Gitchiy gitchy ya ya he
(Ooh yeah yeah)
Mocha Choco Lata ya ya
(Yeah, yeah)
Creole Lady Marmalade,
Uh

Voulez vous coucher avec moi,
Ce soir (ce soir)
Voulez vous coucher avec moi
(Ooh)

(Lil' Kim:)
Yeah, yeah, aw
We come through with the
Money and the garter belts
Let 'em know we
'Bout that cake,
Straight out the gate
We independent women,
Some mistake us for whores
And say, why spend mine
When I can spend yours
Disagree, well that's true
And I'm sorry
I'm a keep playing
These cats out like Atari
Wear high heeled shoes,
Getting love from the dudes
Four bad ass chicks
From the Moulin Rouge
Hey sisters, soul sisters
Betta get that dough sisters
We drink wine with
Diamonds in the glass
By the case, the
Meaning of expensive taste
We wanna gitchy gitchy ya ya
(Come on)
Mocha Choco Lata
(What?)
Creole Lady Marmalade

One more time, come on

Marmalade
(Ooh yeah)
Lady Marmalade
(Ooohh)
Marmalade
(Oh yeah)

(Christina:)
Hey, hey, hey
Touch of her skin
Feeling silky smooth,
Oh
Color of cafe au lait,
All right
Made the savage beast inside
Roar until he cried

More, more, more
(Pink:)
Now he's back home
Doing nine to five
(Nine to five)

(Mya:)
Sleeping the gray flannel life

(Christina:)
But when he turns
Off to sleep,
Memories keep

More, more, more

Gitchy gitchy ya ya ta ta
(ta ta oh)
Gitchy gitchy ya ya he
(Oh oh)
Mocha Choco Lata ya ya
( Ya Ya)
Creole Lady Marmalade
Voulez vous coucher avec moi,
Ce soir (ce soir)
Voulez vous coucher avec moi
(All my sisters, yeah)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi,
Ce soir (ce soir)
Voulez vous coucher avec moi
(Oh)

Come on, uh

Christina
Moulin
Pink
Lady Marmalade
Lil' Kim
Hey, hey, uh uh uh
Uh uh uh uh
Mya
Oh oh ohh
Rockwilder baby
Lady
Moulin Rouge
Oh ooh
Da dum da dum
Misdemeanor here
Creole Lady Marmalade,
Ooh yes, ah!

TITLE: Red High Heels
ALBUM: The Walking (1987)
ARTIST: Jane Siberry

LYRICS:

Red High Heels
red high heels
is the way I feels
got the sways and reels
going home
red high heels
and the church bells peal
cross the snowy fields
going home

I walk down these aisles
nobody's here - just me
and the birds in the belfry
murmuring murmuring

I took all your letters
strung together
a white river of love and kneeling
trailing trailing

well, I don't know
I'm on my own again
start alone
end alone
so my love
maybe I'm glad
I met you on the way...

I walk up these aisles
nobody's here-just me
and the doves up above me
murmuring murmuring

where could you be now?
could you be that far?
are you still thinking of me...
listening listening

well, I don't care
if I'm on my own again
start alone
end alone
so my love
I guess I'm glad
I met you on the way...

red high heels...

I walk down these aisles
nobody's here-trust me
is it already gone now?
and the bells start to ring

better get outside
before they arrive ('scuse me)
merry Christmas and Easter
snow
falling falling
well, I don't care
if I'm on my own again
start alone
end alone
so my love
I guess I'm glad
I met you on the way...

red high heels
is the way I feels
got the sways and reels
going home
red high heels
and the church bells peal
and the children steal
going home

red high heels
is the way I feels
and I teeter off
cross the parking lot
I could steal your heart
but I don't know who...
I could make you mine
such a tall street light
love is what I say
it won't go away

la la lala...
maybe I'll lie down here
and watch the stars awhile
and these red high heels
I can still see them
they're the only thing that's real
in these frozen fields
yeah yeah...

TITLE: Murder In High-Heels
ALBUM: Animalize (1984)
ARTIST: Kiss

LYRICS:

Hey, with a sleight of hand and then a word of mouth
She's a cat been caged too long and now she's breakin' out
Well, get it straight, you better cross your heart
'Cause sparks are gonna fly, let me tell you what it's all about

Better run for cover, babe, she's gonna make her move
You know she could, she's a get rich bitch
You better get her while the gettin's good

She's a vision in leather, like salt on a wound
Just a turn of a knob and she's real fine tuned

But she's murder in high-heels

She ain't the girl next door worth waitin' for
Well you're playin' with the fire, a pool of sweat's lyin' on the floor
She'll bring you to your knees, and when you're laid to rest
She's gonna give you something, she's gonna get it off her chest
(Yeah yeah yeah)

She's a vision in leather, like salt on a wound
Just a turn of a knob and she's real fine tuned - here she comes

She's a vision in leather, like salt on a wound
Just a turn of a knob and she's real fine tuned

But she's murder in high heels

TITLE: Hurts So Good
ALBUM: American Fool (1982) & Footloose (1984 Film)
ARTIST: John Cougar Mellencamp

LYRICS:

When I was a young boy,
Said put away those young boy ways
Now that I'm gettin' older, so much older
I love all those young boy days.
With a girl like you,
With a girl like you,
Lord knows there are things we can do, baby,
Just me and you.
Come on and make it
CHORUS:
Hurt so good.
Come on baby, make it hurt so good.
Sometimes love don't feel like it should.
You make it hurt so good.

Don't have to be so exiting.
Just tryin' to give myself a little bit of fun, yeah.
You always look so invitin'
You ain't as green as you are young
Hey baby, its you.
Come on, girl, now, its you.
Sink your teeth right through my bones, baby.
Let's see what we can do.
Come on and make it

Chorus

I ain't talkin' no big deals
I ain't made no plans myself.
I ain't talkin' no high heels
Maybe we could walk around all day long,
walk around all day long.

Chorus twice

Hey, hey

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