When I put on my boots and lace them up past my knee,

I become someone else, and forget about me.

I pull my little red kilt up just pass my ass,

I barely know who is staring back in the glass.

I walk a little taller and swing my hips,

As my tongue rolls over my painted red lips.

I turn up the music and spin around,

And dance until my ass hits the ground.

Only for you will I become her,

and only for you can I shutter and purr.

08/31/2004

Posted on 09/01/2004
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