Walk Of Shame

Sweet walk of shame, I tiptoed from your door
Not before I picked my clothes from the floor
Still a little tipsy from the night before
My feet still shuffling, though my toes were raw
Scenes still flashing before my eyes
Nothing but the pains to lead my heels (sha-ka la-ka, aah)
Taste of you still on my lips

Sweet walk of shame
Day of the living night
I'd live that night again, all day

My shoes in hand, maybe you'll call (but not too soon)
Lipstick number on your mirror door
Ooh, honey, if the mirror could talk
It'd tell you that we'd had a ball

Ooh, I don't think I'll hurry home
Feeling good just walking alone
Scenes still flashing before my eyes
Rhythm of the band still in my hips (sha-ka la-ka, aah)
Taste of you still on my lips

Sweet walk of shame
Day of the living night
I'd live that night again
Over and over again, all day

Sweet walk, sweet walk, sweet walk, sweet walk of shame

I've got to, I've got to, I've got to, I've got to put one foot
One foot in front of the other
Put this walk of shame
Sweet walk of shame