Letras:Elvis Costello. King of America. Shoes Without Heels.

This love of mine is packed with stepping stone
These shoes are made for walking in reverse
In the dead of night you tip-toe out and leave me all alone
Putting on your satin slip-ons and your sultry French cologne

She's wearing shoes without heels
She's walking over the floor, she's walking all over me
Weirder therein, you know how it feels
When she walks right out of the door

Well, I thought that I was bigger than this town
I thought I'd spend a pace and go the distance
But she picked me out, she used me up and then she put me down
Now I'm driven 'til I'm crying or I'm dreaming 'til I drown

She's wearing shoes without heels
She's walking over the floor, she's walking all over me
Weirder therein, you know how it feels
When she walks right out of the door

While you're busy packing underwear and other worthless trinkets
Spare a thought for worthless men who drag on women
Like they're cigarettes 'cause you watch him walk
Away from you while he gets down and deals
Oh, he'll watch you walk away without heels

Oh, you think that he's a fool to tolerate
All the liberty you cherish and you roughly take
But to watch your love turn slowly from indifference to hate
Would hurt him more than any heart that you might care to break

She's wearing shoes without heels
She's walking over the floor, she's walking all over you
But when she's finished, I know [unverified]
When she walks right back through the door