Battled Feet

These shoes don’t fit me
More sores turn to scars
What’s funny is, dear
But that’s just the way we are
And you see, my battled feet don’t make me cry
And I’d rather have high heels than an idiot guy
You wore me out, you wore me out, you wore me out, you…
Wore… me
Wore me out, you wore me out
Wore me out, you…
Wore me out
Wore me out
And I get more pleasure
From nursing these wounds
Those bleeding scabs
Beat ever loving you
And you see, my battled feet don’t make me cry
And I’d rather have high heels than an idiot guy
So I’ll lace them up tight
And walk it off
One can’t burn bridges
Being so soft
And you see, my battled feet don’t make me cry
And I’d rather have high heels than an idiot guy
You wore me out, you wore me out
Wore me out, you…
Wore… me
Wore me out, you wore me out
Wore me out, you…
Wore me out
Wore me out