porn shoes

He wore a cotton shirt
by Ben Sherman,
And underpants
by Calvin Klein.
He wore his best Levi's
with a leather belt,
Which he bought in Crete
from a peasant girl.
He cooked a pasta dish
that was his favourite
He cooked it very slow
that made the sauces thick.
His bed was freshly made
just in case
she was due at eight,
She was half hour late

She wore gold shoes with diamante,
Like Kylie wore on TV,
They kept her feeling sexy,
They were what she always wanted.
But he thought they looked like porn shoes,
Like the porn stars wear in porn films,
But he thought they made her sexy,
But they weren't what he expected.

She stepped inside his house
and looked around herself
She saw a poster print
by Gustav Klimt
She thought that rather crass
for a northern lass,
Who moved south long ago
to join the middle class.

She wore gold shoes with diamante,
Like Kylie on the TV.
They kept her feeling sexy,
They were what she always wanted.
But he thought they looked like porn shoes,
Like the porn stars wear in porn films.
But he thought they made her sexy,
But they weren't what he expected.

The girl wass hot and out of sight,
But a little forced
and a little uptight.
He hoped she would spent the night
But leave soon in the morning.
He's had his fill of lipstick girls,
Who think they're cool and own the world.
He'd have a girl with flat-soled shoes,
But he wouldn't know what to do with her.