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Black, knee-high, leather; I slide them on, zip them up - My best pair of boots. Moving down the street, I stand three inches taller Wearing my best boots. I saunter on by In my sleek and sexy boots. You just stop and stare. Your mind starts to race, X-rated images soar Through your dirty mind. I just smile slyly In black, leather, knee-high boots, As I pass you by.
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