Heels

High Low Closed or open toe You be looking good when you rock 'em so Put your heels on, girl Them heels on, lady Get your grind hard You drive me crazy Palms get sweaty, I'm imagining things When I see what reality brings I get choked from your vision uncomparable So dime, a man, I could write a parable Killing when I go back to my rat hole living Michaelangelo, you're on the ceiling That outfit you're wearing With them pretty eyes wherein I can see your mind's eye staring Planning on changing the world just like me You could be the chairwoman And I'll be the trustee Let me give all for your benefit Then I'll get blessed out my deficit Heels High heels Real heels Ball hard Blue jeans fitted '69 Caddy, fully kitted Muscle, cool town taught you about the hustle Went away to school You packed your duffle You had them s*xy little heels for that frat house Damn You want a little boy or little man? Then only for you to even think to doubt How your heels set it off when you toe up out High Low Closed or open toe You be looking good when you rock 'em so Put your heels on, girl Them heels on, lady Get your grind hard You drive me crazy High Low Closed or open toe You be looking good when you rock 'em so Put your heels on, girl Them heels on, lady Get your grind hard You drive me crazy Heels High heels Real heels When you walk around the streets Men and women break their strides And want to see Schoolgirl jeans You're the star that's going far When you stroll Those streaming eyes Clarity comes from you And makes them vibe But them heels Them heels Whoa Them heels Them heels Whoa, them heels --- Heels - Q-Tip