Thigh-High Boots

Thigh-High Boots by The Laylas written by Ellie Hawthorne

Delilah: Oh, you keep spinning my head, rocking up on my doorstep, A jealous bitch who can't get enough of my boyfriend. You go off snorting drugs, getting drunk on too much, A bottle of whatever trash you can find in your old, fucked-up mess.

Ellie: You go after my boy, but you forget about us, Our sordid past that haunts my ev-er-ry step.

Nadia: Remember a few years ago, we swung back, to and fro, You were mine and not hers, our frays of our lives were torn and scattered.

Delilah, Ellie and Shan (Tiffany and Nadia): Let me get drunk with you, (take me back to our home), Bring back those painful memories, (that almost killed us). I can still remember those, (sexy little high-thigh boots), And the lies hidden behind the make-up that dried the tears, (And made you think you were beautiful.)

Shan: You walk straight past me every day, I'm see-through in your way, You don't know the pain when I find you with my boyfriend. Aching chest, breaking heart, shoved right back to the start, Will I have to try and win your love again?

Tiffany: And, of course I remember, that beautiful night we spent, Snuggled up in the back of an alleyway, drunk on our own tears.

Delilah and Ellie: You left me for dead, my throat slit in a smile, Lying peacefully as my heart stopped beating again.

Delilah, Ellie and Shan (Tiffany and Nadia): Let me get drunk with you, (take me back to our home), Bring back those painful memories, (that almost killed us). I can still remember those, (sexy little high-thigh boots), And the lies hidden behind the make-up that dried the tears, (And made you think you were beautiful.)

Ellie: Oh, go ahead and take my boyfriend,

Nadia: He didn't mean that much to me anyway.

Shan: Well, not until I saw your face!

Tiffany: You keep claiming you're straight,

Ellie: That guys are all you'll want,

Delilah: I'm still waiting for the day you come round, And realize that I'm still aliveeee!

Delilah, Ellie and Shan (Tiffany and Nadia): Let me get drunk with you, (take me back to our home), Bring back those painful memories, (that almost killed us). I can still remember those, (sexy little high-thigh boots), And the lies hidden behind the make-up that dried the tears, (And made you think you were beautiful.)

Let me get drunk with you, (take me back to our home), Bring back those painful memories, (that almost killed us). I can still remember those, (sexy little high-thigh boots), And the lies hidden behind the make-up that dried the tears, (And made you think you were beautiful.)

Delilah and Ellie: And made you think you were beautiful.