One step, two steps Counting tiles on the floor Three steps, four steps Guess this means that I'm a whore Oh oh, hell no How long till I reach the door? F*ck me, my feet are sore
I'm wearing last night's dress And I look like a hot ass mess Although my hair looks good 'Cause I haven't slept yet
Make the elevator come a little faster I'm pushing all the buttons But nothing's happening Please, God, don't let anybody see me Please, God, I'll do anything you ask to me I promise no more walks of shame
So walk this way (We're walking, we're walking) Walk this way (We're walking, we're walking)
Last night's bubble gum No more bubbles, no more yum Where'd I get the wrist band? Tell me there's no tramp stamp One, two, three, shoot No I know that sh-t ain't cute But dammit, man, the show is fun Party till the sun wakes up
Okay now raise two hands if You've ever been guilty And clap, clap, clap right now If you walk with me
Make the elevator come a little faster I'm pushing all the buttons But nothing's happening Please, God, don't let anybody see me Please, God, I'll do anything you ask to me I promise no more walks of shame
So walk this way (We're walking, we're walking) Walk this way (We're walking, we're walking)
I shouldn't have let them Take my keys, take my keys They left me here with too much beer My friends, they hung me out too dry It's not my fault and that's why I'm doin' the walk of shame
Make the elevator come a little faster I'm pushing all the buttons But nothing's happening Please, God, don't let anybody see me Please, God, I'll do anything you ask to me I promise no more walks of shame
So walk this way (We're walking, we're walking) Walk this way (We're walking, we're walking) So walk this way (We're walking, we're walking) Walk this way (We're walking, we're walking)
Compositores: Alecia B Moore, Gregory Allen Kurstin (Greg Kurstin) ECAD: Obra #6989993 Fonograma #2640220