Many happy returns to Señor Manolo Blahnik, the man some girls worship...
I'd love to comb your hair
Your hair is such a mess
Just take off that dress
I'd love to comb your hair
I don't like my hair neat
I don't like my hair neat
I don't like my hair neat
I don't like my hair.
Just take off your shoes
Just take off your shoes
You've nothing left to lose
Just take off your shoes
These shoes stay on my feet (on my feet)
These shoes stay on my feet (on my feet)
These shoes stay on my feet (on my feet)
These shoes stay on my feet.
What's that sound?
I like that sound
I love that sound
It's the sound of my shoes
What's that sound?
I like that sound
I love that sound
It's the sound of my shoes
I'd like to hold your hand
Wearing my brand new gloves
This must be real love
I'd love to hold you hand
Those gloves don't touch my skin
Those gloves don't touch my skin
Those gloves don't touch my skin
Those gloves don't touch my skin
I'd love to do your nails
Before someone gets hurt
Don't be such a flirt
I'd love to do those nails
These nails have served me well
These nails have served me well
These nails have served me well
These nails have served me well
What's that sound?
I like that sound
I love that sound
It's the sound of my shoes
What's that sound?
I like that sound
I love that sound
It's the sound of my shoes
The only song I could play on such an occasion.
Manuel "Manolo" Blahnik Rodríguez CBE (born 28th November 1942)
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