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Your Aching Feet
Your aching feet will make you cry in heels all day, four inches high but fashion reigns, should be a sin stiletto heels will win again. When evening comes, kick off those shoes prop up those toes and get out the booze but rest won't last, it's Friday night to stay at home would not be right. You'll dance all night, in another pair of four inch heels, your feet will swear! Blisters and corns, ankles askew bandaids and pads won't comfort you. Your aching feet will make you limp and in the end, you'll be a wimp but fashion reigns, should be a sin stiletto heels, once again will win.
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