There's a run in your nylon where you wear your rosary
I can't rid you of your demon, how about your hosiery?
Well my virtue ain't your business, this bar stool ain't for rent
But i could use a tempered spirit though
To wash down life's lament
High heels & highballs
Making my knees a'weak
How'd you get so salty?
How'd you get so sweet?
Well now, you don't even know me, or how I take my ice
And stop looking where you oughtn't, my legs are no man's vice
This high priest of tall drinks, confesses to the crime
I'm gonna be baptized by sundown
Born again by close'in time
High heels & highballs
Will nail me to the cross
I much prefer Chianti
In vino veritas
St Amandi pray for us
High heels & highballs
Making my knees a'weak
How'd you get so salty?
How'd you get so sweet?
David & Loren Laue - High Heels & Highballs Lyrics
David & Loren Laue - High Heels & Highballs Lyrics
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There's a run in your nylon where you wear your rosary
I can't rid you of your demon, how about your hosiery?
Well my virtue ain't your business, this bar stool ain't for rent
But i could use a tempered spirit though
To wash down life's lament
High heels & highballs
Making my knees a'weak
How'd you get so salty?
How'd you get so sweet?
Well now, you don't even know me, or how I take my ice
And stop looking where you oughtn't, my legs are no man's vice
This high priest of tall drinks, confesses to the crime
I'm gonna be baptized by sundown
Born again by close'in time
High heels & highballs
Will nail me to the cross
I much prefer Chianti
In vino veritas
St Amandi pray for us
High heels & highballs
Making my knees a'weak
How'd you get so salty?
How'd you get so sweet?
I can't rid you of your demon, how about your hosiery?
Well my virtue ain't your business, this bar stool ain't for rent
But i could use a tempered spirit though
To wash down life's lament
High heels & highballs
Making my knees a'weak
How'd you get so salty?
How'd you get so sweet?
Well now, you don't even know me, or how I take my ice
And stop looking where you oughtn't, my legs are no man's vice
This high priest of tall drinks, confesses to the crime
I'm gonna be baptized by sundown
Born again by close'in time
High heels & highballs
Will nail me to the cross
I much prefer Chianti
In vino veritas
St Amandi pray for us
High heels & highballs
Making my knees a'weak
How'd you get so salty?
How'd you get so sweet?
Writer: David & Loren Laue
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