I complain about my sore feet. Kicking off my heels, I show off my sweaty nylon soles. Eww! I complain about my tired feet. Then I get mad at you not jumping to worshipping my feet like they deserve to be worshiped. Eww My feet are so smelly! I punish you by stuffing my entire nylon foot into your mouth. I know you hate it. Sitting back and relaxing, I slip off my dress. Oh no, this view isn't for a loser like you! You have to keep on worshipping my feet, kissing, massaging them.