My soles are spellbinding to you, they’re magical and they make you oh so weak. They brainwash you and mesmerize you. They have you feeling enamoured, yes a foot boy in love with them. You’ll look at them and focus on them, they’re right in your slave face taking over you. My soles will sink deep into your mind, just let your eyes follow them, look at every wrinkle. Let yourself be captured by them My weak foot puppet.