Heart & Sole

[Verse 1: Mikill Pane] My boots were made for walking They're not from the UK, they're imported But since I received these shoes They've brought more luck my way than a horse's They've made emotions hard to control Girls love em with all their hearts and their souls They don't even mind if I stare When I'm not the only one with a nice pair Know what I mean? I hope you agree That even though my footwear's totally clean I can still have grimy thoughts in my head Like putting on [?] sports in my bed But as well as putting out quality CDs I make smart moves in my Oliver Sweeney's I never take em off when I fuck these days And they're never so soft that I can't be swayed [Hook: Paloma Faith] Yeah, that's a smart channel Blind but footprints of your sole won't make a mark on my mind I can see you keep looking But I don't think you're gonna turn me on And I've gotta believe it Cause boy, you know you come on way too strong But I look down and see those creps Make me come undone, I wanna get undressed Right now I wanna be next to you Do it in your shoes [Verse 2: Mikill Pane] And I don't like it when they seem a little bit stressed There's only one remedy, frivilous sex I tell em "11's the size of this geezer You know what they say about guys with big feet, love?" Big socks, pissed off? Let's play rugby with our kits off I'll tackle your problems and help you let go With everything apart from your red Stilettos Keep those on, let's make this deal That's the only way that the Pane gets healed And I won't relax till the session is over I'm sexually active, never a loafer There's no way you can stop this rogue From getting it in, I've had a lot they spoke with English, Irish and Welsh accents Can't forget those with a Scottish brogue [Hook: Paloma Faith] [Verse 3: Mikill Pane] No matter what you do with your life I try to make mine a whole lot of fun Even though Mikill Pane's not a household name It kind of rolls off the tongue And that's not just some irrelevant line It's useful stuff, so bear it in mind Cause I really like em to say my name And they need a tongue if they dare to spit shine And because I've got a little bit of fame, you'd think That I'd get so lucky cause I make a mint Well I don't, and I do it on a shoestring budget But I'll die before I ever try and lace a drink Fuck that, I don't wanna be remembered For doing some low-down, dirty, impatient shit Whoever invented the way of making A broke life seem glossy should patent it [Hook: Paloma Faith]