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letra de silver heels - weglobe

[verse 1]
i learned to walk in them in my mother’s bedroom
clumsy on the carpet, chasing all the gloom
she said, “stand up straight, now, shoulders back and smile”
that’s the first and only lesson in this elegant style
now i’m a professional, i can run and never fall
but i’d trade it all to feel the grass beneath my soles

[chorus]
oh, these silver heels, they’re beautiful and cruel
a glittering invention, a fashionable duel
they make me ten feet taller, but they keep me small
thе prettiest prison, i’m constantly about to fall
yeah, thеse silver heels, they cl!ck against the floor
a metronome for a life that’s always keeping score
they promise me the world with every step i take
but all they ever give me is this permanent, dull ache

[verse 2]
they’re photographing angles, the line from hip to toe
they don’t see the blisters, the parts they’ll never know
i paint a smile on, i’m the picture of perfection
a beautiful statue with a flawed foundation
and in the morning, when i finally take them off
the relief is a language that i never get to talk
[chorus]
oh, these silver heels, they’re beautiful and cruel
a glittering invention, a fashionable duel
they make me ten feet taller, but they keep me small
the prettiest prison, i’m constantly about to fall
yeah, these silver heels, they cl!ck against the floor
a metronome for a life that’s always keeping score
they promise me the world with every step i take
but all they ever give me is this permanent, dull ache

[bridge]
i see the other girls, we pass and share a look
a silent conversation in this high-heeled, painful book
we know the secret, the cost of this art
it’s not the walk that’s hard, it’s the weight of every heart
that expects you to be perfect, to be poised and never break
for heaven’s sake, for heaven’s sake…

[final chorus]
oh, these silver heels, they’re beautiful and cruel!
a glittering invention, a fashionable duel!
they make me ten feet taller, but they keep me small!
the prettiest prison, i’m constantly about to fall!
yeah, these silver heels, they cl!ck against the floor!
a metronome for a life that’s always keeping score!
they promise me the world with every step i take!
but all they ever give me is this permanent, dull ache!
[outro]
just a permanent, dull ache…
in my silver heels…

- weglobe

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