Anita Eccleston

Lyrics

Red Shoes, with a smile of seductive mystery
Will take his blues away
Dark eyes, with dimples that could melt her heart
Will take her blues away

But they be enemies to the highest of degrees
Each has met their match and neither one’ll catch
The other, or a partner, or a lover
They’ll be alone

One encounter with a dark man of power and intensity
Can make her lose her way
He’s a sucker for those shiny red heels,
They’re the rod that reels him
Until he’ll lose his way

But they be enemies to the highest of degrees
Each has met their match and neither one’ll catch
The other, or a partner, or a lover, They’ll be alone

Didn’t want no trouble, didn’t say no names,
Didn’t wanna play no games
But didn’t know their fate
The day they discovered their destinies
To be sworn enemies
Oh how they learned to hate

Cuz they be enemies to the highest of degrees
Each has met their match and neither one’ll catch
The other, or a partner, or a lover, They’ll be alone