Hell On Heels -- Pistol Annies

I'm hell on heels  Say what you will  I've done made the devil a deal
He made me pretty  He made me smart  And I'm going to break me a million hearts
I'm hell on heels, baby I'm comin' for you

This diamond ring on my hand  Is the only good thing that came from that man
Got a GTO from one named Joe  And a big piece of land down in Mexico
I'm hell on heels, baby I'm comin' for you  I got a pink guitar, a Lincoln Town Car
From ol' what's his name I met at a bar  Got a high-rise flat in Hollywood
From a married man who wasn't up to no good  I'm hell on heels, baby I'm comin' for you

Then there's Jim, I almost forgot  I ran him off, but I took the yacht
Poor ol' Billy, bless his heart  I'm still using his credit card
I'm hell on heels, Sugar Daddy I'm comin' for you

I'm hell on heels, say what you will  I've done made the devil a deal
He made me pretty  He made me smart  And I'm gonna break me a million hearts
I'm hell on heels baby I'm comin' for you

I'm hell on heels, say what you will  I've done made the devil a deal
He made me pretty  He made me smart  I'm gonna break me a million hearts
I'm hell on heels, Sugar Daddy I'm comin' for you!                           (singt365)  

Pistol Annies lay out a stern warning to any man not smart enough to get out of their way on their sultry new single, ‘Hell on Heels.’ You can picture a deserted, dusty road at dusk as soon as the spare, atmospheric guitars start dueling at the beginning of this one. The trio sound quite menacing (but also like they’d be worth the trouble) as they take turns talking about the houses, rings and such things they’ve swindled righteously from no-good men.

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