My feet are above you.. perfection.. you are interior and belong at the lowest part of my body. I want your money, but I don't want you to hand it to me. I want you to lay your loser money at my feet. Kneel before me, and place your cash at my feet. Beg to sniff them, touch them, kiss them, as you hand me all your cash. I deserve it all, and you deserve to kneel at my feet and give it to me.