Wendy Davis Shoes

Okay, here's my song, based on Kim Carnes' "Bette Davis Eyes."

Her hair is solid gold,
Her lips faintly rouge,
Her eyes are sturdy bold,
She's got Wendy Davis shoes.

 

She'll turn the issues on you,
You won’t get to refuse,
She's pure as Texas snow,
She's got Wendy Davis shoes.

 

And she'll squeeze you
To unease you,
Turn you inside out and freeze you.
She's precocious,

and she knows just what it takes to make a room hush.
She's not Greta Garbo, spread the news,
She's got Wendy Davis shoes.

 

She'll let you speak your mind,

(it whets her appetite).
Give you plenty of noose,
She's got Wendy Davis shoes.

 

She'll take a tumble on you,
Roll you like you were dice,

All on the nightly news,
She's got Wendy Davis shoes.

 

She'll expose you

when she bowls you

from your feet with the words she throws you.
She's ferocious,

and she knows just what it takes to make a room hush.
Good old boys know they will lose,
She's got Wendy Davis shoes.

Good old boys know they will lose,
She's got Wendy Davis shoes.