She is titled lady
when she wears high heels
People call her baby
without any appeals
Eyes keep following maybe
every glimpse or smile
She knew their hunt would way be
beyond her rile and guile
She knew this happens daily
when she wears high heels
When she wears high heels
her guise would say a lot
When she wears high heels
her tries would cause a blot
And when you least expect it
her physique fools the fraught
She mooches and ambles with pride
thinking she'll forever guide
She voices out her mind
while keeping all in hide
And when she tries to stride
she grabs the heart and mind
And so she's titled lady
because of her high heels
And will always be called baby
not needing any appeals
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