In memory of the recently departed Bob Welch, formerly of Fleetwood Mac.

"Silver Heels"

She came in like a hurricane, wearing boots and diamond rings
With a fox fur on her shoulder, she set me wondering
And I could tell she was feeling abandoned, because she flashed a look across my way
She said, "Hi, Four-eyes, you'll never ask me but I'll tell you anyway!"

She took me out of the blackboard jungle, put me straight in a hurricane
She hypnotized my eyes with her silver heeled ways
If I could sing like Paul McCartney, or get funky like Etta James
I'd never change, I'd never change, I'd never change silver heeled ways...

She came in and her flags were flying, she was a sailboat of sweet perfume
And I could see that her eyes were smiling from across the room
Well I couldn't think of conversation, I was busy looking at her fur,
She said "Hey, you'll never ask me, so I guess I'll say the word"

She took me out of the blackboard jungle, put me straight in a hurricane
She hypnotized my eyes with her silver heeled ways
If I could sing like Paul McCartney, and get funky like Etta James
I'd never change, I'd never change, No I'd never change silver heeled ways

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