Her life started in the heat of a factory, and a mold of a cobbler,
cobbling along the beat of each sole.

She didn't know where she would end up, with all her two foot tall sexiness,
big enough for a size 8. But she knew-- oh yes, she knew, that she was sexy.

mmmm mmmm.

She passed along in her new home, complete with a roommate also so tantalizing
that neither had time for any drama with the other.

mmmm mmmmm.

But they made some drama together, oh, they were quite the pair.
And maybe they'd end up soleing the sole of a blonde bimbo
With only one cherry-- and that was the cherry flavored lipgloss she slathered on.

mmmm mmmm.

Yeah, they were meant for that, someday. They ruled over all those boy shoes,
and made the girl trainers stink with envy-- or maybe athletes foot...didn't matter.

mmmm mmmm.

And that was the attitude the pair had, you could tell it by their acute black tips,
pointed with indignation that those Vans boys would turn their tongues out
while they were caried past -- because that view came for a price. And they knew it.

mmmm mmmm.

Little did they know though, a high school girl was walking by,
And that girl stood tall and high, having the eye that turned
To admire the view they thought should be paid for.

mmmm mmmm.

She knew who was who. She knew it was she who was stronger,
Though yeah, the boots really were hot -- but not the real hot in the room,
Because all that comes from inside, and the shoes were right now empty.

mmmm mmmm.

But that was about to change, and the boots may have cried as her little feet
Entered-- smelling of cherries.

mmmm mmmm.

Because then they knew...that they had been dominated.