G                                             C
I admit that those clothes you wear are might fancy

         D7                            G
And that smile of your’s looks so dignified

                                       C
And everyone you meet thinks you’re an angel

       D7                                            G
Oh but soon they’ll learn you’re just an angel in disguise
 

                          C
With those high heels and no soul

    D7                                                G
You don’t care who you hurt as long as you reach your goal

                          C
With those high heels and no soul

     D7                                            G
This game of love you’re playing is getting mighty old


                                             C
Oh so many times I’ve walked the floor while you walk the streets

       D7                                G
And my only helping hand baby was on the clock

                                         C
Now the only arms that hold me are on my favorite chair

    D7                                           G
And this foolish thing between us has just gotta stop


                         C
With your high heels and no soul

    D7                                                G
You don’t care who you hurt as long as you reach your goal

                         C
With your high heels and no soul

     D7                                            G
This game of love you’re playing is getting mighty old


         D7                                            G
Yes this game of love you’re playing is getting mighty old