Hands upon the wheel, face pressed up to the glass
Accelerator smashed, racing from his past
He thinks a man has to do, what a man really feels
So he swallows all excuses, and he wears stiletto heels
Tally Ho
As he pulls into the parking lot
On his brow a nervous sweat
Can a man still keep his courage up
While he's being whipped
Now the lights over the stage are set
They're suited up, and feeling real
As the music starts they start to dance
And he wears stiletto heels
