Wednesday, September 12, 2007

P.D. Cure

I'm flossin' glossy toes, a little moss will not frost this ego
But my feet are lost if I don’t foot the cost to prep these rows
I don’t presume I'm on parade -- my rep precedes me, tho'
Was named "best groomed" in 8th grade, go check the yearbook! So,
I let the pros massage my calf, push the cuticle
At least try to treat these beasts as if they’re beautiful
Still got callous but now I’m stylish when I hit the floor,
In my flip flops, I'm flippie flop flippie to the flip flip flop and it ain’t pop
Just a cool, crazy response to anyone teasin’
My vain ways in this lazy footwear season.

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