Take your tiny feet out of your mother's shoes. Or there is going to be a terrible scene. It's not just the lipstick drawn on crooked. When they find how wicked we are. How wicked we have been. How I've been tempted. CHORUS:. How you tripped at every step. You tripped at every step you tripped at every step. How you tripped at every step. There's a merry tune that starts in "I". And ends in "You" like many famous pop songs do. You would sing along with little tell-tale staggers. While balancing on daggers. Though they were killing you. You looked so deadly. CHORUS. And I would try to catch you. Anytime you call. Only you drank that potion. And went out of control. There's nothing to stop you. So how can you fall?. Let me take your hand. Put down that frying pan. Darkness would become me underneath the table. As the fury raged around the house. Your despairing tread was angry and unstable. You never suspected. Just as that cartoon mouse. Went undetected. So you tripped at every step. In another world of gin and cigarettes. Those cocktail cabinets put mud in your eye. Maybe that is why you find it hard to see me. And if you don't believe me. Before you start to cry. "Don't ever leave me". As you start to lose your grip. (Once you start losing your grip). You will stumble as you slip. (And you will stumble and slip). As you tripped at every step. You tripped at every step you tripped at every step.