I cross the room in my stilettos
Plain Jane on the phone
I walked by you in the lobby and
You caught my eye, caused a car crash in my mind
Hands right off the wheel, baby
For a second I could fly
For a second I could fly
I walk home in my stilettos
My heart beats like a drum
And I can hear your breath behind me now
Life was better when I was unaware
Of the part of me that needs to feel
The arrow of your stare
Like a libretto tattooed with a rusty gun
A whorish kind of innocence
That should've made me run
For miles
For miles
For a second I could fly
