Wings On My Heels (Reader Eddi)

I never was too good at dancing Somewhere I'd step out of line But I knew that I had wings on my heels When they played in three-quarter time The pride of the north-end would swagger The blades from the south-side would shine But I swear those boys would hold on for dear life When they played in three-quarter time One by one they pulled down those mirrored halls One by one the winters came forgetting names I never learned how to sweet talk Those are the words I can't find Yet I had a tongue of pure silver When they played in three-quarter time One by one they pulled down those mirrored halls One by one the winters came forgetting names Money might slip through my fingers And there won't be much to call mine But I'll know that I had wings on my heels When they played in three-quarter time