This love of mine is packed with stepping stone
  These shoes are made for walking in reverse
  In the dead of night, you tiptoe out and leave me all alone
  Putting on your satin slip-ons and your sultry French cologne.
  She's wearing shoes without heels.
  She's walking over the floor.
  She's walking all over me
  Weirder therein, you know how it feels
  When she walks right out of the door.
  
  Well, I thought that I was bigger than this town
  I thought I'd spend a pace and go the distance
  But she picked me out, she used me up, and then she put me down
  Now I'm driven til I'm crying, or I'm dreaming till I drown.
  
  She's wearing shoes without heels.
  She's walking over the floor.
  She's walking all over me
  Weirder therein, you know how it feels
  When she walks right out of the door.
  
  While you're busy packing underwear and other worthless trinkets,
  Spare a thought for worthless men who drag on women like they're
  cigarettes, 'cause you watch him walk away from you
  While he gets down and deals
  Oh, he'll watch you walk away without heels
  
  Oh, you think that he's a fool to tolerate
  All the liberty you cherish and you roughly take
  But to watch your love turn slowly from indifference to hate
  Would hurt him more than any heart that you might care to break.
  
  She's wearing shoes without heels.
  She's walking over the floor.
  She's walking all over you
  But when she's finished, I know (?)
  When she walks right back through the door.