Drunk In Heels - Jennifer Nettles

Tired, tired, dog ass tired

Tired down to the bone

I’ve did a 40 hour week

At the Quik-E-Mart

And another 35 at home

Dead, dead, the walking dead

Dead right on my feet

I like to put on my pajamas

And go to bed

But no one

In the house would eat

If I go to work

I have to makeup my whole face

And if once a month

I wanna shoot the whole damn place

Well I just have to deal

If I bring home the bacon

I have to fry it up in a pan

I ain’t saying that

It’s easier to be a man

But let’s get real

When we get drunk

We do it in heels

Dirty, dirty

My house is so dirty

I’ve forgotten

What it looked like clean

It’s so sad that my husband

Went blind and can’t see

The dishes sitting

There in the sink

Loving, loving

He’d like a little loving

And I’d like to

Fulfill his dreams

But right now I’m so tired

Him fixing that oven

Is a sexier thing to me

If I go to work

I have to makeup my whole face

And if once a month

I wanna shoot the whole damn place

Well I just have to deal

If I bring home the bacon

I have to fry it up in a pan

I ain’t saying that

It’s easier to be a man

But let’s get real

When we get drunk

We do it in heels

Yeah, they might be in style

But until you’ve walked that mile

You’ll never know how hard it is

To keep yourself from falling

When you’re up there

And you’re carrying it all and

On the tightrope of my life

The men and the babies

And the 9 to 5

I might’ve looked sexy

While I’m juggling

But I’m struggling

If we go to work

I have to makeup our whole face

And if once a month

We wanna shoot the whole damn place

Well we just have to

If I bring home the bacon

I have to fry it up in a pan

I ain’t saying that

It’s easier to be a man

But let’s get real

When we get drunk

We do it in

5-inch, platform

Louboutins, stilleto pumps

We do it, we do it in heels