A Night With Stilettos Songtext
von Jimmy Maddon

Stiff collar pops up, now he′s James Dean
Sweeping comb through his hair so he sees
Jittering nervous lump in his throat
Hides under sunglasses and faking fur coat
Down the spiced rum and walks into the club
Now he's setting the scene

Wrinkle faint, lipstick red
On a brunette, almost cougar
Slow burn cigarette in her hand she waves over
Encapsulating, electric charm
She′s his Elizabeth Taylor

Well now they're having fun
Buy a drink, they're dreaming quick
That race will run
Approaches him with her eyes
Now she′s tired, shows her hotel key
Room fifty-three
And with a wink she says
Lets sleep


He′s the moth compelled by her light
Neon blue strobing, he could leave if he liked
But something isn't right
In spite of his strange delight

It′s not the girl he belongs too
The one you want is a flight away
And he could serenade her
Every single day oh no
But he's not he′s in this club instead

Well now they're having fun
Buy a drink, they′re dreaming quick
That race will run
Approaches him with her eyes
Now she's tired, shows her hotel key
Room fifty-three
And with a wink she says
Lets sleep

So come along, come along
Come along, come along
It doesn't matter they say
True love is dead

Or so they say