All alone, or in shoe's,
The ones that really fit you
Walk up and down outside the mall.
Some bags in hands
And some gathered together in strands.
The six-inch pumps and push-ups
Make their stand.

And when they've given you their all
Some swagger and crawl, after all it's not easy
Banging your purse against some big city's mall.
"Isn't this where...."