There goes the high
And here comes the low again
I can't be friends
With backhead fools, sharing their smokes
It's all some big joke after all
Down by the train
The man with c**aine in his guts
Is just having fun
He cries out to me, I pretend I can't see
And stand with my face to the wall
Stilettos, you wore stilettos
And I wore a face that said I should be drunk for this
Let's go, you told me let's go
Cut out that ego, don't say no
In the house of yes
The circus machines spin around me on the floor
And now I want more
The Bushwick Elite, I kiss in my cheeks
Their face paint leaves streaks on my nose
You shave your face
You carved out a place by the door
They called you a who*e
But what do they know
Freud and Rambo
The letters and the books that they chose
Stilettos, you wore stilettos
And I wore a face that said I should be drunk for this
Let's go, you told me let's go
Cut out that ego, don't say no
In the house of yes
There's no southern girl who could dance like you
I stumble around like a flat-footed fool
Stilettos, you wore stilettos
And I wore a face that said I should be drunk for this
Let's go, you told me let's go
Cut out that ego, don't say no
In the house of yes