One step, two steps, counting tiles on the floor
Three steps, four steps, guess this means that I'm a whore
Uh oh, hell no, how long 'til I reach the door?
Fuck me, my feet are sore

I'm wearing last night's dress and I look like a hot ass mess
Although my hair looks good 'cause I haven't slept yet

Make the elevator come a little faster
I'm pushing all the buttons but nothing's happening
Please god don't let anybody see me
Please god, I'll do anything you ask of me
I promise no more walks of shame,
So walk this way!

We're walking, we're walking
Walk this way!
We're walking, we're walking

Last night's bubblegum, no more bubbles, no more yum
Where'd I get the wristband? tell me there's no tramp stamp
One two three shoot, no I know this shit ain't cute
But dammit man, it sure is fun
Party 'til the sun wakes up

Okay now raise your hands if you've ever been guilty
And clap clap clap like an if you walk with me

Make the elevator come a little faster
I'm pushing all the buttons but nothing's happening
Please god don't let anybody see me
Please god, I'll do anything you ask of me
I promise no more walks of shame,
So walk this way!

We're walking, we're walking
Walk this way!
We're walking, we're walking

I shouldn't have let them take my keys, take my keys
And left me here with too much beer
My friends, they hung me out to dry
It's not my fault and that's why.
I'm doing the walk of shame

Make the elevator come a little faster
I'm pushing all the buttons but nothing's happening
Please god don't let anybody see me
Please god, I'll do anything you ask of me
I promise no more walks of shame,
So walk this way!

We're walking, we're walking
Walk this way!
We're walking, we're walking

So walk this way!

We're walking, we're walking
Walk this way!

We're walking, we're walking

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Alecia B. Moore, Gregory Allen Kurstin