The sky may crash down
But when it does don't frown
It doesn't matter anymore
Though they they still call you a whore
You need that attention
You feel a rush at the mention
Hike your skirt up more
Says the inner whore
Click clack click clack
The thigh high boots tell the floor
You always where them even though your feet are sore
How do I stop this addiction
You find the dress code constricts
Don't distract the boys
But Be elegant and poise
Hey it's erin still working on it xoxo 😘
