The love and obsession of a woman for shoes. Being captured by their colors, styles and designs.
I am tempted as I see you.
Please stop, my dad is going to get angry.
But convince my mom so I’ll have a companion.
I see you everywhere.
All the colors, styles and designs.
I am dying to have one.
Not one, but two.
Not two, but three.
I am guilty of it.
Found out it runs in the family.
Can’t help it.
I am a girl, a lady, a woman.
It runs in my nature.
Truly you are an eye sore to us.
I won’t relent until I got you.
So excited to wear you.
Stroll around and feel the comfy.
I am lovin’ it!
Can you be mine?
Don’t dare to refuse me.
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