He gave you his heart, gave you his time,
Worked those overtime weekends tryin’ to keep you fine.
New boots, gold rings, you spent it like rain,
But love don’t grow in a woman runnin’ on game.
He saw an angel, but you played him like a fool,
Took everything he had, like it was just what you do.
Now the only thing you own is that walk of shame,
High heels clickin’ down a sidewalk of blame.
From another man’s doorway back to your lies,
Mascara runnin’ like the tears you never cried.
You traded a good man for the thrill of the chase—
Now all you got left is that walk of shame.
He even took care of your child, adopted him as his own,
Gave that boy a real father and a steady, loving home.
He raised that boy proud with a real father’s heart,
While you were out breakin’ every promise apart.
Your lipstick smile can’t hide the truth anymore—
You cashed out his love, now you’re broke to the core.
’Cause the only thing you own is that walk of shame,
High heels clickin’ down a sidewalk of blame.
From another man’s doorway back to your lies,
Mascara runnin’ like the tears you never cried.
You traded a good man for the thrill of the chase—
Now all you got left is that walk of shame.
He’s drivin’ on, head high, windows down,
And you’re just another ghost of a no-good town.
You thought you’d leave him empty, but he’s doin’ just fine—
While you’re still out there lookin’ for another dime.
Yeah, the only thing you own is that walk of shame,
A lonely little echo of your own bad game.
From another man’s doorway, heels in your hand,
Tryin’ to remember how it felt to love a good man.
You threw it all away for the thrill of the chase—
Now all you’ll ever know is that walk of shame.
SamuelD
