My Girl's Got Hooker Shoes

What's the matter darling?

Did you drink up all the wine again last night?

I had a dream where you wrote me a letter telling me you'd still call.

But your heel broke on your long walk home and your lipsticks smeared again.

I know he had his tongue down your throat.

Now you're upstairs at his place all alone,

and I'm down here waiting by the phone.

Pick it up and give me 

a ring honey. I already

gave you mine.

No one ever did look quite so good in city lights.