High Heels & Highballs

There's a run in your nylon where you wear your rosary I can't rid you of your demon, how about your hosiery? Well my virtue ain't your business, this bar stool ain't for rent But i could use a tempered spirit though To wash down life's lament High heels & highballs Making my knees a'weak How'd you get so salty? How'd you get so sweet? Well now, you don't even know me, or how I take my ice And stop looking where you oughtn't, my legs are no man's vice This high priest of tall drinks, confesses to the crime I'm gonna be baptized by sundown Born again by close'in time High heels & highballs Will nail me to the cross I much prefer Chianti In vino veritas St Amandi pray for us High heels & highballs Making my knees a'weak How'd you get so salty? How'd you get so sweet?