Some ladies prefer ballet flats or smart pumps
Mind me, rounded toes makes ones' legs look like stumps
As I see it, no shoe in the world beats the thrill
Of carnivorous, pointy-toe, four-inch high heel
The clickety-click as the tips hit concrete
Can't help but turn heads as I walk down the street
As rush-hour Napoleons bring their hearts on a platter
Their gazes impaled on my mile-hi stiletto
Keep your sensible loafers and marabou mules
Mary-Janes with pink bows make you look like a fool
Give me slick leather pair that was made for stuff-struttin'
Hey, they don't call those 'kick-ass' shoes for nothing
Masha Danevasha
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