Walk Of Shame - Clairy Browne & The Bangin' Rackettes

Sweet walk of shame, I tiptoed from your door, not before I picked my clothes

from the floor.

Still a little tipsy from the night before

My feet still shuffling, though my toes were raw

Scene’s still flashing before my eyes

Nothing but the pains to lead my heels, taste of you still on my lips

Sweet walk of shame, reliving that night

I’d live that life again, all day

My shoes in hand, maybe he’ll call (but not too soon)

Lipstick number on your mirror door

Oo, if that mirror could talk, it’d tell you that we had a ball

Oo, I don’t think I’ll hurry home, feelin good just walking alone

Scene’s still flashing before my eyes

Nothing but the pains beneath my heels, taste of you still on my lips

Sweet walk of shame

Every day I relive that night

I’d live that night again, over and over again, all day

Sweet walk, sweet walk, sweet walk, sweet walk of shame

I’ve got to, I’ve got to, I’ve got to, I’ve got to put one foot,

one foot in front of the other

Sweet walk of shame, walk of shame