it's a loaded dice
the champagne chills on ice
to celebrate the fool
it's a perfect crime
come on baby
and watch me take my time
to walk all over you

in my stiletto shoes

the clock strikes ten to ten
the credits roll
and its the end
the fool exits to applause
so don't lose your head
come on baby and watch me instead
walk all over you

in my stiletto shoes

losen up baby
money sex and trust
instinct not logic
feelings are running high
you need a cool clear head
sets your teeth on edge
you're chopping and changing your mind
I'm gonna glide through the danger zones
wearing only lipstick and bullets

let them blow the whistle
I'm calling the shots
your times running out now
things can spi in the opposite direction
leave your thinking up to me