Murder In High-Heels - Kiss

Hey, with a sleight of hand and then a word of mouth

She’s a cat been caged too long and now she’s breakin’out

Well, get it straight, you better cross your heart

'Cause sparks are gonna fly, let me tell you what it’s all about

Better run for cover, babe, she’s gonna make her move

You know she could, she’s a get rich bitch

You better get her while the gettin’s good

She’s a vision in leather, like salt on a wound

Just a turn of a knob and she’s real fine tuned

But she’s murder in high-heels

She ain’t the girl next door worth waitin’for

Well you’re playin’with the fire, a pool of sweat’s lyin’on the floor

She’ll bring you to your knees, and when you’re laid to rest

She’s gonna give you something, she’s gonna get it off her chest

(Yeah yeah yeah)

She’s a vision in leather, like salt on a wound

Just a turn of a knob and she’s real fine tuned — here she comes

he’s a vision in leather, like salt on a wound

Just a turn of a knob and she’s real fine tuned

But she’s murder in high heels