HIGH HEELS TO HELL - Bonaparte

When i’m looking at life chupped up with a kitchen knife

I see that the lifestyle is there long before i arrive

I see that everything’s been said but not by everyone yet

And then something always happens but nothing ever really does

I’m eleven, then sixteen, in it for passion and compassion

Stick my head into a bag and they go.

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Do a headstand for days and days, i watch the world reveal

And then something always happens, but nothing’s really real

Something always happens — hu hu — high heels to hell — hu hu

Something always happens — hu hu — high heels to hell — hu hu

I thought that i’m a man but sometimes it’s hart to tell

I’m walking but it feels likes i’m on high heels to hell

It was hardcore, but it don’t seem so hard anymore

And then something always happens, i’ve heard it before

Give me a head start, three rounds later i’ll find

Your face reads like a book and now i’d rather be blind

There are good times and bad times, all dressed in silver stockings

Something always happens, but don’t bother knocking

Something always happens — hu hu — high heels to hell — hu hu

Something always happens — hu hu — high heels to hell — hu hu

Oh i do things and say things and i’m ranting and raving

And i think that time is a friend of minde

I wanna hide up in that tree in the afterglow

Things are more like they are now than they have ever been

Things are more like they are now than they have ever been

Than they have ever been, than they have ever been

Imagine two parallel lines, and it’s love at first sight

Crossing somewhere in infinity, because such is the zeitgeist

I know it sounds exciting, but i guess i’m only dreaming

Something always happens, but it’s hard to find the meaning

Something always happens — high heels to hell

Something always happens — high heels to hell

Something always happens, what — hard to tell

Keep on walking — high heels to hell