She loves me, she loves me not though. I caught her dress in the front door. She was a quick one. He is a rich son. Completely morally shallow. So it’s a nice day, for a walk of shame. With both your shoes in your left hand. You went the long way, home and passed me. Without so much as a look back.
A nice day for a walk of shame. It’s a, a long way home. X2
He shook me, to wake me up. Those lips to my ear, ‘Can you hear that?’ It’s time you were gone. Only if you run, you’ll make it out before she back. Don’t turn the wrong way. Don’t talk to me. Just act like you a stranger You chose a nice day to take the walk of shame, but nobody can blame ya.