These trackable shoes were made for walking
And that's just what they'll do
Be it in Prada, Gucci,
Donna Karen or Jimmy Choo.
Mile high club?
Pah, these babies snub
Anything other than first class -
With champagne, of course...
Your mamma gave you legs so you can dance all night,
But those pins aren't a thing
Without the lengthening line of beauty
Extending from your heel to the Earth.
From Paris to Berlin,
Every disco they go in
These bad boys will stilletto
In style
Whilst crusing from cache to cache.
With the soft-top down
They'll travel from town to town
Taking in the sights
And delights
Of the finer things in life.
Art, Music, Literature
And just a smattering of glitter
From Grace Jones... perhaps.
Diamonds are these girls' best date
But they long to make
Aquaintence
With imaginations,
Constellations
And oh so avant-garde legends
Alive or deceased.
So slip them on
And slip inside
The eye of your mind
To see what this sole-sister
Can inspire inside
And out.