......when I wear my boots by Lisa-Dawn SparlingWhen 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 Copyright © 2025 Lisa-Dawn Sparling
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