Yellow Shoes

Well, it's Sunday morning and I am half-awake
My body's tired but I'm here for my spirit's sake
I sit and look around, just to see who's here today
That's when I see an angel walking right my way
And I lose her in the crowd but I see where she sat down
I only catch a glimpse but that's good enough for now
She's got a long, white skirt
She's trying to hide her legs in church
With a black and modest blouse when she's in the Lord's house
But I'm dying to find out what she's got underneath
Even though she hides it well, she's leaving clothes
Cause her church clothes can't disguise the way she moves
In her high-heeled, bright yellow shoes
Well, it's Sunday afternoon and I'm going home to pray
My preacher said I've sinned but it is not too late
So, I fold my hands and kneel and I look up at the Lord
But I can't stop thinking about those yellow shoes she wore
She's got a long, white skirt
She's trying to hide her legs in church
With a black and modest blouse when she's in the Lord's house
But I'm dying to find out what she's got underneath
Even though she hides it well, she's leaving clothes
Cause her church clothes can't disguise the way she moves
In her high-heeled, bright yellow shoes
La da...
I can't stop thinking about her
I can't stop thinking about her
I can't stop thinking about her hot, yellow shoes
And I can't stop thinking about her
I can't stop thinking about her
I can't stop thinking about her hot, yellow shoes
And I can't stop thinking about her
And I can't stop thinking about her
And I can't stop thinking about her hot, yellow shoes
She's got a long, white skirt
She's trying to hide her legs in church
With a black and modest blouse when she's in the Lord's house
But I'm dying to find out what she's got underneath
Though she hides it well, she's leaving clothes
Cause her church clothes can't disguise the way she moves
In her high-heeled, bright yellow shoes
In her high-heeled, bright yellow shoes
In her high-heeled, bright yellow shoes
La da...