fritz51325's video: Sailor - Stiletto Heels 1976

Sailor - Stiletto Heels 1976 Whatever happened to the crazy dames With the red ruby lips Whatever happened to the burning flames With the swing on the hips She makes you turn when she passes you by With a cool kind of look in her eye She's like a flash from a movie show Playing up to "Marlowe". Stiletto heels clicking on the sidewalk Tight skirts and ruby red lips Stiletto heels are bound to make the boys talk About her legs and her wiggeling hips She doesn't need to speak a word at all For her figure kind of says it all. They talk about her in the neighbourhood For good looks get around She's always dropping into Hollywood With the gents of the town She likes to flirt with the right kind of man But she can turn them into clay in her hand And with the sound of her tiny feet She'll turn heads on main street. Stiletto heels clicking on the sidewalk Tight skirts and ruby red lips Stiletto heels are bound to make the boys talk About her legs and her wiggeling hips She doesn't need to speak a word at all For her figure kind of says it all. (Instrumental) Stiletto heels Stiletto heels Stiletto heels Stiletto heels Here she comes again, walking down Main Street (Hello, Sailor!) Stiletto heels clicking on the sidewalk Tight skirts and ruby red lips Stiletto heels are bound to make the boys talk About her legs and her wiggling hips She doesn't need to speak a word at all For her figure kind of says it all Stiletto heels clicking on the sidewalk Tight skirts and ruby red lips Stiletto heels are bound to make the boys talk About her legs and her wiggling hips Stiletto heels clicking on the sidewalk Tight skirts and ruby red lips Stiletto heels are bound to make the boys talk About her legs and her wiggling hips She makes you turn when she passes you by With a cool kind of look in her eye She's like a flash from a movie show Playing up to "Marlowe". Stiletto heels clicking on the sidewalk Tight skirts and ruby red lips Stiletto heels are bound to make the boys talk About her legs and her wiggeling hips She doesn't need to speak a word at all For her figure kind of says it all. They talk about her in the neighbourhood For good looks get around She's always dropping into Hollywood With the gents of the town She likes to flirt with the right kind of man But she can turn them into clay in her hand And with the sound of her tiny feet She'll turn heads on main street. Stiletto heels