My old blue jeans feel as fine and fit my simple life just right But they start to fade next to your champagne by candle light Here we are together tell me how can this be What's a high heel girl like you do here with a worn out shoe like me What's a high heel girl like you do with a worn out shoe like me That I like the down home fiddle tune while you like a symphony They turn their heads when we walk by I'd anything but pedigree What's a high heel girl like you do here with a worn out shoe like me My old pickup runs as fine it gets me there and back But it looks a little ragged next to your new Cadillac Now this is really something I thought I'd never see What's a high heel girl like you do here with a worn out shoe like me What's a high heel girl like you do here...