"Murder In High-heels" as written by Gene Simmons and Mitchell B. Weissman....
Hey, with a sleight of hand and then a word of mouth
She's a cat been caged too long and now she's breakin' out
Well, get it straight, you better cross your heart
'Cause sparks are gonna fly, let me tell you what it's all about
Better run for cover, babe, she's gonna make her move
You know she could, she's a get rich bitch
You better get her while the gettin's good

She's a vision in leather, like salt on a wound
Just a turn of a knob and she's real fine tuned

But she's murder in high-heels

She ain't the girl next door worth waitin' for
Well you're playin' with the fire, a pool of sweat's lyin' on the floor
She'll bring you to your knees, and when you're laid to rest
She's gonna give you something, she's gonna get it off her chest
(Yeah yeah yeah)

She's a vision in leather, like salt on a wound
Just a turn of a knob and she's real fine tuned - here she comes

He's a vision in leather, like salt on a wound
Just a turn of a knob and she's real fine tuned

But she's murder in high heels


Lyrics submitted by Demau Senae

"Murder in High-Heels" as written by Mitchell B. Weissman Gene Simmons

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