on high heels

She's a vision in leather, like salt on a wound
Just a turn of a knob and she's real fine tuned

But she's murder in high-heels

She ain't the girl next door worth waitin' for
Well you're playin' with the fire, a pool of sweat's lyin' on the floor
She'll bring you to your knees, and when you're laid to rest
She's gonna give you something, she's gonna get it off her chest