She sat there crying all alone
He had sworn blind to her that he would phone
She wept and wished she'd learned to scream
We’ve got some issues here with self-esteem

But she said ‘I'm gonna go out anyway
‘Cause I don't have a great deal to loose
And I think I’ll wear my drop-dead dress
And that pair of fuck-me shoes
Those shoes
Those shoes
Then she looked at herself in the drop-dead dress
And those outrageous fuck-me shoes

And the Mirror sighed
‘You're a lovely sight'
Well she almost died
But she knows the Mirror's right

She walked out onto that dance-floor
Where she'd often danced with him before
Pretending she was in a play
She gets through lots of scary things that way

She danced alone with her eyes half-shut
And the space around her grew
As the crowd watched the light hit her drop-dead dress
And sparkle off each fuck-me shoe
Those shoes
Those shoes
Yes she looked pretty good in that drop-dead dress
And those amazing fuck-me shoes

And the young man sighed
‘You're a lovely sight'
Well she almost died
But she just said, ‘That's true, you’re right!’

These days she says, ‘I can't agree
With your Determinist philosophy
I have Free Will, and that’s the truth
That nice new man of mine is living proof

Predestination doesn't wash with me
You always get the chance to choose
I could have hung my head
And stayed in bed
And put on ‘Simply Red'
But I chose instead
To put on the fuck-me shoes
Those shoes
Those shoes
Yes she stomped on the laws
Of Effect and Cause
With those fabulous fuck-me shoes

With the patent leather that's black, black, black
And the open-toe and the slutty sling-back
And the five-inch heels that go clack, clack, clack
Oh I tell you they were fuck-me shoes