I know you’re so sad,
so sad you can’t cry.
But I know you let go,
although you can’t remember why.
Your lipstick don’t fill,
Your straps coming loose.
You’re out in the hall
waltzing the blues.
Now you heard some way
they won’t find a bruise.
You’ve been learning to walk
in those dancin’ shoes.

I had a mama,
she told me that you,
she said ‘True love don’t lie’.
You touched that woman,
and the smoke won’t leave your eyes.
You’re talking, you walk
‘cause you can’t refuse,
learning to walk
in those dancin’ shoes.

Now you heard someway
they won’t find a bruise,
learning to walk
in those dancin’ shoes.